March 25. I wanted some coffee and decided to go to a nearby Starbucks to get some.
I noticed a long line of cars in the drive-thru line and knew patrons were now not allowed inside. However, I thought I could get my coffee if I walked over to the drive-up window.
Wrong.
A staff-person came out the entrance to Starbucks to tell me that patrons were not allowed to walk in the drive-thru lane.
Shoot.
I walked away dejected and feeling that I had been discriminated against because I was not motorized.
As I walked near the end of the parking lot, a car honking its horn as it drove into the parking lot caught my attention.
I stopped, turned around to look and recognized the driver when the car reached me.
The driver rolled down his window, and after we greeted each other, I related my story about not being able to get my coffee because I could not drive through.
My friend asked me if I wanted him to drive me through.
Oh wow!
Yes, I answered quickly while opening the door to get in.
A miracle. He entered the drive-through lane. It took quite a while before we reached the window to order our drinks and more time before reaching the pick-up window, but that gave us time to discuss the world.
At last, I got my coffee.
Thanks to my friend Mr. W for granting me a coffee miracle.
