When Your Car Battery Dies at Starbucks
You might decide to wear your favorite dress
with the only pair of high heels that don’t kill your feet.
You might decide to stop at Starbucks on the way to work
and treat your colleagues because you’re feeling so amazing.
You might discover that the gift card you thought had $20 on it
only had $7.50.
You might be trying to tell yourself that you really did have the money
to pay for the four overpriced, oversized drinks
you are now hauling out to your car,
and then you may say a few curse words
when you settle comfortably into the driver’s seat
and discover the car won’t start.
You might send frantic texts to your colleagues,
begging someone to come to your rescue.
You might see one of those selfless colleagues
attempt to manuever her oversized SUV
among the other oversized SUVs in the Starbucks parking lot,
and you might have to awkwardly shoo away
the woman who just obliviously pulled into the open space next to you,
even though your hood is open and it’s clear you are waiting for a jump.
You and your colleague might spend five minutes
trying desperately to open her hood,
feeling more ridiculous
and stupid
with each passing minute
and judgmental stare from strangers
carrying their venti cappuccinos.
You and your colleague might finally open the hood,
only to discover that neither one of you know
how to operate the jumper cables she retrieved from her trunk.
You might breathe a huge sigh of relief
when an extremely handsome stranger on his cell phone
carrying a venti cappuccino
glides over and wordlessly takes the jumper cables from your hands.
You might have to play REALLY dumb when you see him
connecting the red cable to the black port on your car battery
and say something like,
“Oh, I would have never thought to do it that way,”
to snap him out of his superhero reverie and
make him realize
he’s about to destroy your car battery
without completely humiliating him.
Because even you know that red goes on red,
not black.
You might realize that even an extremely handsome stranger
might not have any more idea
about how to jump a car
than you do.
And still, he carries on his cell phone conversation.
You might finally get your car started,
arrive to work very late,
and spill your Tazo Passion Iced Tea all over your boss’s carpet.
You might.
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I. Loved. This. So. Much. So funny. Tragic, but funny!
RIP that iced tea damn. very good
So good!0
Great writing!
How much fun. It is quite good enough for one of those short, short fiction contests.
Why didn’t she ask for his address so she could thank him No use wasting an honest
handsome man encounter.