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A Bad Moon Rises at Starbucks

Lincoln Adams | February 29, 2008 @ 6:09 pm

Wednesday night I pulled up to the Starbucks drive-thru again, hoping against hope that Angelic Voice would be there…

“Hiiiiiiiiiii, welcome to Starbucks!” What can I get for you?”

Oh yeaaaaahhh….

While I ordered hot chocolate my MP3 stereo was blasting Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’,” a great background song I thought for what I was about to attempt. :naughty:

“Don’t stop believin’,
Hold on to the feelin’”!

I pulled up and finally saw her, her hair tied up and revealing a cute, soft face as she put my drink together. I grinned and leaned over to crank up Journey.

Except I accidentally hit the wrong button and the track skipped to CCR’s “Bad Moon Rising” instead.

“I see a bad moon a-rising!
I see trouble on the way!”

SH*&!!!!!!!!!!!!

I frantically tried to get it back when Angelic Voice opened the window to hand me my drink.

“Oh thanks! Hi listen, ummm…” I began awkwardly.

But she had already slammed the window shut.

“Don’t go around tonight,
Well it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise!”

:hang:

Tags: angelic voice, bad luck, CCR, drive thru, hot chocolate, journey, mp3, song, starbucks, women
Categories: Romance and Relationships

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Love At First Sound

Lincoln Adams | February 19, 2008 @ 10:43 pm

On the way home I stopped by a Starbucks drive-thru to get some hot chocolate. The intercom crackled to life, and I suddenly heard the sweetest, most soothing female voice:

“Hiiiiiii, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you?”

Oh sweetie, you have no idea.

“Ummm, could I get a hot chocolate, venti size?”

“Of course honey, would you like anything else?”

…honey… I was in love. I wanted to stay at the drive-thru and listen to her sweet, angelic voice forever.

“Hello?”

“Oh… uh no, that’s it.”

“Great, you can drive up to the window.”

I quickly drove up, eager to see who could be the owner of such a mellow, sugary voice that had so easily plucked at my heart strings.

I almost screamed when a lanky guy no older than 19 lumbered up to the window.

“Three twenty-five please.”

Dammit, my order had been passed on to someone else. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

I handed over my debit card and then leaned over to see if I could spot the girl. There she was, wearing a headset, her back to me as she put the finishing touches on my drink. A shapely figure with dark brown hair that flowed and bounced off her shoulders. Oh man please turn around, please turn around, please turn around…

“Here you go.” Lanky Boy gave me back my card, and then of course, completely blocking my view, took the hot chocolate Angelic Voice handed off to him, and gave that to me as well. @#$%!!!

I frantically tried to look around him so I could catch a glimpse of Angelic Voice’s face.

“Did you need anything else?”

“Oh… no, thanks,” I muttered, trying not to curse. I slowly drove away, debating whether I should slam on the brakes and run inside just so I could see her, but then thought better of it.

I think I’ll be coming back tomorrow though.