WHO NEEDS STARBUCKS

Trying to make my way home today. Left at 7:30a.m. for the three-hour drive to where my poor baby is stuck. Only one problem. Car's not fixed yet. Another couple hours they tell me. 


Not a problem, I'll go to Starbucks or some coffee shop and start season two of Mad Men. Only one problem. I forget I'm in Henderson, North Carolina. No Starbucks, no coffee shops at all actually. There's a Walmart, a Belk, a Dollar Store, a Cracker Barrel, a Waffle House, and a handful of fast-food restaurants.


Walmart, Belk and Dollar Store didn't seem so conducive to sitting for a couple hours and I'd feel guilty wasting a poor server's space at Waffle House or Cracker Barrel so out of McDonalds, Wendys, Burger King, Taco Bell and Chick-fil-a, I decide my safest bet to find decent coffee is Chick-fil-a (how ironic.)


JACKPOT.

$1.28 for a small coffee (with free refills), all-I-can-drink free water, free wi-fi, a private booth with my feet up, sweet little old ladies working so hard that keep asking me if I need a refill yet and dropping off free mints, and christian radio on the loud speaker.


Hanging out in Chick-fil-a. Best decision ever.