Today is a good day so far. I am flying back to Phoenix from Boston, and aside from the 1am (Pacific Time) wake up call this morning (or is that still considered “night”?), things have gone relatively smooth.
Regretfully, I still was not able to contribute to the Starbucks “economy” this morning. Thankfully though, Dunkin Donuts came to my rescue! (I feel like I cheated on Starbucks!) Three hours twenty two minutes into my flight, and I am one iced coffee (mmmmmm…), and two jelly filled donut holes deep into my sugar rush. Life IS good!
Just a little over an hour and a half to go in the flight. I sit here, fingers crossed hoping that the Dunkin Donuts coffee and oh-so-yummy donut holes will get me through.
Where IS my coffee? It is a well know fact (at least to me anyway) that I refuse to drink airplane coffee. If you happen to run into me while I am at work, nine times out of ten you will see me dragging my suitcase behind me with one hand (usually the left), and holding my Starbucks in my other hand. I was in complete shock the day that Starbucks announced it was closing 600 stores. Oh my God….600 stores! I still can’t believe it. I certainly have been doing my part over the years to make sure that Starbucks is a healthy, viable company. Am I the only one?
As I sit here in my airplane anguishing over the close of these particular coffee shops (are they called coffee shops anymore?), I realize that I was not able to do my part this time. I am one hour fifteen minutes into my four hour eighteen minute flight from Phoenix to Boston- the red eye, no less, and I have no Starbucks to keep me company or, more importantly, keep me awake.
At two hours, fifty three minutes into the flight, my eyelids start to have a mind of their own. Open. Close. One open. Nope, now we’re closed. Where is my precious, frothy Starbucks double frou frou?
Who am I kidding? I can’t really blame my eyelid problem on my lack of Starbucks. My precious beverage would have been long gone by now, in fact, I probably would have finished it even before we got off the ground. However, in my delirium that can only be attributed to flying the all night flights, I have convinced myself that Starbucks is the only thing that will get me through.