Friday, September 7, 2007
The Phantom Beverage.
This morning on the way to work, I stopped at Starbucks. I do that a lot. I ordered an iced venti decaf mocha with no whip. No, I don't mind that the sizes are in "Fritalian." Anyway... When I finished said beverage, I threw it in the trash bucket at my desk. Nothing unusual about that. Later, I attended a lunch meeting and, upon my return, my office neighbor exclaimed that someone had left an empty Starbucks container on his desk. I looked at it and the markings led me to believe that it was mine. It had my name, horribly misspelled, written on it with a black sharpie. How could this have happened? That prankster Jennifer isn't here today. Is my brother visiting, unbeknownst to me? Matteo? Is that you? Someone better fess up.