Fear In A Venti Cup

It’s dawned on me, as I sit in Starbucks early in the morning, my eyes dart up every time someone walks through the door wondering if they have a gun or explosives hidden in their laptop bag or knapsack.

I’ve always had senses like a cat, nothing unusual growing up in an alcoholic home, but now they’re sharpened even more.  To say I’m annoyed at myself is putting it mildly, but after all that’s happened in the past month…Orlando, Nice, Dallas…you can almost see it, like a slow train coming.  And what better place to shoot-em up, but the coffee capital of the world.

After expressing this to a friend, he said, “Just don’t go anymore…buy a coffee pot, its cheaper anyway.”  Boy, was that not the response I was looking for.

Now Camille, who when I told this to, heating up like a Bunsen burner, said…

“Oh get the fuck off of it Susannah.  Who the hell is coming into Starbucks at 5 in the morning with you, a bitchy barista and the window washer to mow you all down?

WHO???. “

Did I feel better after that.

Stop being an asshole is exactly what I wanted, not to mention, needed to hear.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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10 Responses to Fear In A Venti Cup

  1. micklively says:

    Words of wisdom from the diva: who would have thought?

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Gee, Susannah, when it’s put that way there isn’t much to fear at 5:00 am. Most of the terrorists seem to be under 40, and we all know that 90% of those under 30 don’t tend to pop up before 7:00.

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  3. You can get all philosophical and think when my time is up, it’s up. However, I still think twice when I got to a something with a lot of people. I hate it. The worst part is the kids growing up never had that sense of freedom from fear that we did. When I was a kid, the milkman was the only person who came in the school. People shot each other back then too but usually only people they knew and had totally ticked them off.

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  4. Patricia says:

    If we allow the violence to keep us from being free to go and do what we enjoy then the crazies win without firing a shot. I sometimes stop and look around and wonder if a madman is near and ready to do his thing, but if he was I doubt I could do much about it. Sad that we even think about such scenarios.


  5. Buy a coffee pot? Not unless it comes with a personal Barista.
    We can’t feed our fears. Lord knows there is enough crazy out there without my fears sitting down for a nice long meal.

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