Confession of a Starbucks and Corvette Lover

My sister Brooke had been craving Starbucks so this morning we finally went. As we pull up to the drive thru there is a beautiful, shiny, white as snow Corvette. We were practically drooling over it the entire time. Acknowledging the curves, the lines and discussing whether we liked the old circular lights or the newer rectangular lights in the back.

Personally, the newer Corvettes are incredibly sexy. The older ones are nice, very attractive, but these new ones really just do it for me. My sister on the other hand prefers the older lights, just as the one in front of us has. "I'm pretty sure it's a stingray," she says, always sounding so intelligent and knowing way more about the details than I do. "I'm physically attracted to this car," I joked around.

Brooke even noticed the nice sound it made whereas my 2000 Subaru Outback was a pipsqueak in comparison. As we reach the window the cashier says, "The lady in front of you paid for your guy's drinks and she hopes you have a wonderful day." I started laughing and explained how we were obsessing over her car the entire time. We ended up paying for the coffee behind us also.

It's amazing how a simple act of kindness can mean so much. Part of me hopes I might see this kind lady again just to thank her. Not to mention my sister then felt inspired to go to school and get a good job so that she can afford her own snow white corvette one day.

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