Starbucks, you pain my heart!

UPDATE: 1:22 p.m.
So after writing this, I made the trek across the street to see what was up. Apparently the girl who was supposed to open up had slept in. Like 3 hours?! When I mentioned the sheer pandemonium that had gone on outside the locked doors, the cashier/guy/barista shrugged and added that she was in love; what else could they do. In my zombie state, what can I do but be amused? I am sipping my very hot, very black Americano, and slowly I feel the life-blood coming back to my veins.
P.S. After re-reading my earlier post, I realize that there are parts of is that may be misconstrued and sound perverted. This was not my intention; it was written in sheer innocence. But I cannot help but wonder what my subconscious was thinking of as I wrote it. You'll see.

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I'm really tired today. I had a hard time sleeping last night for some reason. I tried napping on the train, but even that was difficult! And to top it off, the Starbucks I go to every morning was CLOSED when I got there. It was 9 a.m. and the doors were locked! I have never seen such a thing in all my life! I was stunned; me and another decaffeinated patron waiting for me to open the door could do nothing but stare at one another in stupified bewilderment for about 10 seconds, before I walked off in search of a decent brew.

I sadly cannot function without a Grande Americano in the morning, even though I have finished my Breakfast Blend, brewed at home, an hour before. I think the BB just lubricates my throat for something real. Something black, and strong, and so perfectly exquisite. And so I was forced to get my Americano at the crappily-run Second Cup in my building, made by students who haven't the foggiest idea of what to do with an espresso machine.

Last week, I had a "Black Apron" Coffee Master expertly preparing my Americano (she is nowhere to be seen this week -I think they just brought her in to show current average Green Apron basistas a thing or two... Not that I'm dissing the green aprons!); this week, it seems, they have gone to shit.

Parsnip thief alert

What the...?? I am speechless and saddened.

From wasted blog

Parsnips Dug Up And Stolen From Concord Farm
(CBS4) CONCORD Concord police are investigating the theft of two hundred pounds of parsnips from a non-profit farm.

Farmers from Gaining Ground, a nonprofit organic farming group, told the Concord Journal the vegetables were dug up and hauled off their property.

The quantity and the methodic way in which the carrot-like vegetables were dug up, led farmers to believe this was not the work of any creatures.

"To take every one of them and without asking, we were more than a little heartbroken," farm coordinator Verena Wieloch told the Journal.

Concord police Lt. Paul Macone said no arrests had been made, but that the matter was still under investigation.