(This post has been in draft form for a week. The Sister and I emailed back and forth, she suggested I might blog about the coffee issue, I told her the article was already written. A day or so later, I told her that I had decided not to post this, as I might be seen not as funny, but just mean. She replied, Post it; now I am curious. So now... )
Due to circumstances beyond her control, Sister has been temporarily deprived of internet service at home. Thus she sent out an email, a flyer to her contacts, requesting that they use a gmail address since she would have to go to Starbucks for internet connections.
I fired back, "You could go to Mickey Dee's."
Now, that's funny. But apparently the sibling did not see it that way, for she wrote back informing me that there were many places available to the public for free internet access, even naming some of them.
My point was that one can go to Starbucks and get a two-dollar cup of coffee (or whatever it is: I don't go there) or one could go to McD's, ask for the senior coffee, and get a better cup for 53 or 64 cents, or whatever the rate is at the local store.
I started a "senior coffee"1 search on the web, and next thing I know I am finding reams of blog stories by distraught forty-something women who have been offered "senior coffee."2 Oh, the insult. My word. One would think that saving a few cents on a cup of coffee might somehow bring the world economy to its knees. I INSIST that I pay full price for my caffeine.
Now, my sister is a reader of my blog. I truly appreciate that. She is about the only family member who reads this regularly.
There is nothing but love and blog fodder going on here. I still think one gets a better cup at McDonalds, and coffee for under a buck is always better.3
1Regular readers know my distaste for the designation of the elderly as "seniors." Yet one cannot make waves when he needs coffee.
2In order to avoid just such scenes, most places have advised their wait staff that they are never to offer senior discounts. The customer must ask for it. Thus, when I approach the counter I simply say, "Two senior coffees to go, please."
3As usual, one should be careful in the use of the word "always." I distinctly recall a bad cup of coffee in a McD's far from home. It was fresh, too, for I watched the employee set it up and waited for it to drip. Must have been the water.