I took the day off. It was a last minute decision that made perfect sense at the time because there are few more opportunities this year to use time-off and even less opportunities to Christmas shop. I’ll just think up some gifts to buy and head out. I certainly can’t treat today like a weekend day, when I do not much of anything except pace around the house in my jammies eating white chocolate chips and slivered baking almonds by the handful. I can’t wind up in a little hole in the wall coffee shop either. That would get the day wasted.
On my way to hunt for Christmas presents, I made a point to do a few important things first: swim, deposit a jar of pennies at the bank and stop at my favorite place for complementary donuts while my car got fresh oil. Next, I passed a local dive and that neon, “Open” sign just sung to me. One little drink wouldn’t hurt.
The smell alone was intoxicating. Luckily my laptop was with me, just in case my brain started whirling and I needed a place to crash and blog for a while. A few rounds later, my stiff legs and I were stumbling back and forth from the bathroom. At one point, I was staring up at the spinning ceiling fan wondering what a White Elephant is anyway. It would be most responsible to call a taxi service to drive around a personal Christmas gift shopper- I’m not fit to go anywhere at this point. (I’d lose my table by the radiator.) This day is shot. Speaking of…make it a double (shot) of espresso. I’d like to dance in the corner to let some energy out. Which probably isn’t a good idea. So instead, I order some scones to soak up the caffeine in my belly. I blog, take online personality quizzes and think about dancing in the corner again.
The baristas offer last call and I order a final round for me and all my new-found fellow wifi-bumming friends. When I leave the building, an officer approaches me and my heart races- did I forget to pay the tab? “Ma’am, have you been drinking…. coffee, with your car parked here for longer than 2 hours?”
Geeze, is it that obvious? Somehow, I make it home but won’t get much sleep tonight. I’ll wake up with bloodshot eyes and a hankerin’ for bacon. (I always hanker for bacon.) My day off was coffee shop wasted and there’s not many Christmas presents to show for it.