Happy Sunday all. I am happy. I hope you are, too.  I had a productive week and I’m looking forward to another one.  Right now, I’m sitting at Starbucks enjoying a free venti Caramel Frappuccino.  It’s free because last week, at a different Starbucks, I went to sit at a table and there was a very large, very dead cockroach laying there.

I went up to the counter to quietly inform the cashier that there was a dead bug on the table next to me and she, being the stereotypical Orange County blonde, put her hand on her heart and shrieked, “Oh, my God!”  She ran to get the manager.

The female manager walked hurriedly over to the table to verify that there was, in fact, a dead cockroach laying there.  She then called the only male employee over and told him to take care of the now infamous cockroach.  Apparently, picking up insects in Santa Ana is a man’s job.  It was comical watching them all in a tizzy over a dead bug.

Anyway, after things settled down, the blonde chick came over to my table and said, “I’m so sorry about that.  Here’s a free drink coupon.”  I said, “Wow.  Thanks!

So, today I sit enjoying a treat that I would otherwise not be able to afford.  I am thankful for the participation of the Starbucks employees and the cockroach in the Universe’s conspiracy to bless me.  Thankful that, for a few moments,  I can forget that I’m hungry and only have $4 to my name.  Thankful that I’m not dead and no one is looking at my body laying face up, with my legs and arms frozen in the air.  Here’s to the cockroach (raising cup).  May the unlucky little bugger rest in peace.