From the Mind of Meegs

Yesterday, I got up semi-early to get my run in before the predicted 90 degree temperatures hit. This left me with just over an hour to kill before I needed to be at my planned Labor Day activities. Perfect--just enough time to grab a coffee and read my book for a little while.

On my way, I started to think that maybe, September having arrived, there would be a pumpkin spice latte available for the drinking. Perhaps I could even order that most perfect of summer-fall bridge drinks: the iced pumpkin spice latte. But I told myself not to get too excited. After all, Labor Day means summer is not quite over yet, so it's probably too early to hope for a fall drink.

So, dutifully keeping my hopes low, I arrived at The S-Bucks. And what should greet me but a sign over the menu board: the pumpkin spice latte is back!!!!11! Thrilled, I step up to the register: decaf iced grande non-fat pumpkin spice latte. Their response? Oh, sorry--that doesn't start until Wednesday.

BASTARDS. Bastards and their teasing sign. BASTARDS all of them.

And yes, this is now the second time in the last weeks that I have wasted your time and my keystrokes blogging about a coffee drink. But this adventure into the trivial happens to go along nicely with my newfound lack of life. So it all works out.