The Christmas season brings out the best in people — and the worst.
The Christmas season brings out the best in people — and the worst.
It was oh-dark-30 and I was on an unlit road to nowhere, heading to a town I hadn't even known existed. How the hell did this happen? About thirty minutes before, I had been summoned to the Coach House in Scottsdale at around 12:30 a.m. I'd almost turned off the Uber Driver app to head …
Continue reading A Road Less Traveled (or How I Ended up in Bum F*** Egypt)
It was oh-dark-30, and I was on an unlit road to nowhere, heading to a town I hadn't even known existed. How the hell did this happen?
Jumping into the Way Back Machine. The House Guest requested I publish an old favorite Christmas story where Starbucks did it's best to kill my holiday spirit. I've expanded on it and polished it up a bit. Enjoy! So, I figured I'd stop by my local Starbucks on the way home from work to get a Salted Caramel Hot …
Continue reading A Starbucks Holiday Tale of Woe (A Blast from the Past)
A Starbucks Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate always brings a smile to my face — except the time Starbucks did it's best to kill my Christmas spirit.
I had a decision to make. Obey the law or help a mom and her kid out.
Somethings, you just don't want to see. Ever.
Against my better judgment, I agreed to go grocery shopping with the Houseguest. What was I thinking?
My keys were missing. Magically, mysteriously gone. The problem was, I was already driving when I realized it.
Before I launch into my day of indignity, I just want to say that I hate to tell you, but as a species, we're doomed and there's no way around it. The culprit? It's not climate change; it's not nuclear weapons; it's not a worldwide pandemic; it's not even an asteroid of doom heading our way. Oh …