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Starbucks surprise
Jun. 28th, 2009 11:41 amWe have a Sunday morning routine: get up, get dressed, get Nan off to work. Start laundry, get coffee, come back and start chores.
This routine is so very common that the baristas at the Starbucks closest to us recognize us on entry and frequently joke with us. It's all good.
But every once in a while something truly different happens, that can make you smile or simply blink in surprise. Today's surprise was that our Starbucks run began to feel like the opening of a bad joke:
"So a Bishop and a Friar walk into a Starbucks...."
No, really. They did.
The two older men in question were both highly intelligent and gently confused about the routine, but perfectly easy about being guided by a stranger. (They even joked that I should work there.) One gent was attired in a neatly-pressed black suit with silver ornamentation and a priest's collar; he simply had an air of authority and charisma that was far in excess of the priests that I've known. He truly felt like he was a bishop who was not wearing his ceremonial robes. The friar was in the traditional hooded robe and rope-belt, also spotless and immaculately pressed.
It makes me wish I'd had a reason to talk to them further - they were fascinating. And they smelled of incense. ♥
Oh, Catholic church, there are some things about you that should never change....
This routine is so very common that the baristas at the Starbucks closest to us recognize us on entry and frequently joke with us. It's all good.
But every once in a while something truly different happens, that can make you smile or simply blink in surprise. Today's surprise was that our Starbucks run began to feel like the opening of a bad joke:
"So a Bishop and a Friar walk into a Starbucks...."
No, really. They did.
The two older men in question were both highly intelligent and gently confused about the routine, but perfectly easy about being guided by a stranger. (They even joked that I should work there.) One gent was attired in a neatly-pressed black suit with silver ornamentation and a priest's collar; he simply had an air of authority and charisma that was far in excess of the priests that I've known. He truly felt like he was a bishop who was not wearing his ceremonial robes. The friar was in the traditional hooded robe and rope-belt, also spotless and immaculately pressed.
It makes me wish I'd had a reason to talk to them further - they were fascinating. And they smelled of incense. ♥
Oh, Catholic church, there are some things about you that should never change....
