The grocery store down the street from me wears a little shopping center like a hat, trimmed with the standard accessories. There’s a place to get a cup of coffee, a place to get an ice cream cone, a place to get a slice of pizza, and also places to get gas for your car, water for your kitchen, and haircuts for your curls. The standards.
There is a barista at the Starbucks down the street from my house who looks exactly like Keanu Reeves. Specifically, Keanu Reeves in Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. I’m serious. Ted Theodore Logan serving me coffee. Everytime he says, “Have a nice day, ma’am,” I want to say, “Be excellent to each other.”
The coffee shop around the corner now sells muffin tops. For one dollar I can have all the best parts of a blueberry muffin and not have to deal with the creepy paper wrapping bit that normally comes around the bottom. At first I was concerned. Do they bake the whole muffin and then just cut off the top part so wasteful people in the land of plenty can have only the good parts?
