Chronicler on the Move: Coffee is Happiness

We got to the gas pump and I got out thinking the Tim hortons would be attached like they are at home. It wasn't. I forgot they were separate. Then I saw her. 

The green lady. 

Her crown practically sparkled and her eyes beckoned me. Those eyes did me in. 

Without a thought, my eyes sought her out inside the building and honed in on her with sniper like precision. 

Starbucks. Coffee. Miiiiiiine. 

With the grace of a drunken sleep deprived gazelle, I made a beeline for the barista. 

Coffee is happiness. 

Above is the face of happiness. The green lady, not my face. My face is that of the sleep deprived, mad eyed gazelle.

Xoxo,

A. Bean

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