Seeing a Cop In Line At Starbucks Gave Me The Jitters
The fear is real, so I acknowledge and respect the situation.
I love coffee. Truth be told, I am an unapologetic java junkie — one whose DNA resonates with all the goodness that is the coffee bean. Further, when I need a fix — and this is every day — Starbucks is my go-to.
Recently, however, while visiting my father, my Starbucks love language was put to the test. No matter who I’m with, I often ask if anyone is up for visiting the siren. On this day, my father, also a self-proclaimed java connoisseur, agreed eagerly.
Black and blue
We arrived at the Starbucks, but as bad luck would have it, we happened to follow a cop into the parking lot. Careful not to park near this black and white, I kept driving in hopes of finding a space further away.
I have never been a fan of being in proximity to those who have the power to alter my freedom. This is not just an idle thought but is based on long personal experience.
Our arrival at the entrance to the coffeehouse coincided with that of the cop we had followed into the lot. He went in first while I asked my father to hold…
