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Friday, September 10, 2004
1:16 PM

Elusive Starbucks

Is it just me or does it seem that you can't drive a block without seeing a Starbucks? That is, until you want one.

This morning I had to be in far southern San Diego (the next freeway exit after mine read "International Border"). And I had to be there by 8:30 a.m. San Diego can have really horrible traffic so I had two options: (1) Leave early and risk sitting in 2 hours of traffic while missing the hearing; or (2) Leave foolishly early and arrive an hour before the hearing. I opted for Number 2. And it definitely was Number 2.

The alarm went off at 5 a.m. It's still dark at 5 a.m. Really dark. Or maybe it was just that my eyes weren't quite open at that point. Whatever. It was dark either way. (Can you tell I'm cranky?)

I was on the road by 6 a.m. And, as expected, I arrived at court a full hour early. No problem. I figured that I'd find a nearby Starbucks and get my eyes open with caffeine. So I drove around. And around. And around. I must have circumnavigated that courthouse 3 times in constantly expanding circles. I searched and I searched. And there was not a single Starbucks to be found. Had I wanted to do laundry, cash a check, or eat a taco I would have been set. But no Starbucks. Actually, there were no places that looked like they had coffee, period.

I finally gave up after watching the police pull a guy over and begin frisking him (courthouses are generally not in the best areas). No way was I getting out of the car unnecessarily after seeing that. So back to court I went. Had the hearing. Yadda yadda yadda.

On my way back to the freeway, on the main street I drove down, what do I see? Starbucks. I swear it wasn't there at 7:30 a.m.

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