#starbucksstoryproject #starbucks #drinkcoffeewriteabook #letsgohiking #writersofinstagram #writeeveryday #redwine #seattledreaming #beernerd #chicago #hamilton #dork #whisky #craftbeer #do -rite #writersofinsta @writers.are.awesome .......He pulled on the door and it clunked instead of opening. Even though he had pulled on it successfully almost six days a week for the last twenty years, he pushed just in case and almost hit his face on the glass. Looking through, he saw lights on in the back but the chairs were still on the table and he could see no movement. He tried the door again, push and pull, and felt silly but satisfied that he hadn’t been wrong the first time. There were two tables and four chairs on the walk outside in front of the window and he sat in the one second closest to the door. He didn’t want to seem too eager but he made sure he had a view of the interior so he could see when things got going in there.
After five minutes, he contemplated waking the two and a half blocks to the “gourmet” shop. The coffee there was better anyway. He smiled as he thought the coffee anywhere else was better. Mandy, the owner, made it too strong for almost everyone and the running joke order was “coffee with a water back.” Except, it wasn’t really a joke as a large portion of the the clientele would spoon teaspoons of water into the witches brew until it quit absorbing all light as did a black hole. Others poured sugar and generous dollops of cream, often having to reload as they drank the level down from the brim. About half-way down, after three applications, it sometimes turned into a damn fine cup of coffee.
He drank it only with a drizzle of cream, which he dropped in after he had given the cup a swirl with his spoon. The circle of white disappearing into the black reminded him of those black and white mesmerizing circles that spun, pulling your gaze in deeper and deeper. Even then, he didn’t think the coffee was good, but it was what he was used to and he did take comfort in that. Mandy would walk by and call him a “pansy” for even adding the cream and he’d respond, “I need to sleep sometime this week, Ms. Mandy.