I'll have a grande new life, please
Gridlock in the Starbucks parking lot today. Cars at the entrance squared off against cars in the drive-through exit. The drivers waving at each other to go first, then screaming in the confines of their vehicles when no one moves. A barista trapped behind a window decorated with fantasies of holiday drinks, dreaming of murder.
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