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.