It was but for the grace of pitying friends that I wasn't consistently picked last for teams in gym class. I was always short, slow and stumbling. I was a bad catch and a worse throw, always aiming for "not dead last."
Read MoreShe was standing in line at the local coffeeshop when the thought struck. She was one in a line of about four people spending their lunch hour waiting with varying degrees of patience for the baristas to make their drinks. The wait, she thought, is how you knew it wasn’t a Starbucks. That and the laminated, handwritten notices around the counter. There's no signage that's actually handwritten at Starbucks, only signage that's meant to look like it.
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