I sat in the van with the kids while Pat went into Starbucks to retrieve my Pumpkin Spice Latte.
I watched a woman escort a little old lady along the sidewalk and into the building. I assumed the darling pair was a mother/daughter duo and marveled to myself about how time changes us…that the same squirrely kids I keep OUT of Starbucks now might one day be holding my little old arm.
All those years later…still needing my coffee.
Me: When I’m an old lady with a cane, will you help me into Starbucks and hold my arm?
Maile: What? Why??
Me: Just like that little old lady and the woman walking slowly next to her? Would you do that for me?
Maile: Why don’t you just get a coffee pot and stay home?
On second thought, it looks like I’ll be staying home.