“Umm, yeah, I’ll have a raspberry mocha frappuccino, please.”

I swear, I usually just drink plain old coffee or tea, and the baristas at my neighborhood Starbucks could confirm this. I know every one of them, although know no names.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” he said as I pulled out my wallet. He looked worn and weary, yet here he was trying his damnedest to be kind.

Last night I was driving home from work, passing through downtown, when I almost got in a terrible car accident. I was driving 30 mph through a light that had been green for at least 10 seconds. A SUV suddenly appeared to my left, zooming at 50mph+ through a red light. I jammed my foot on the brake, immediately turning the wheel very slightly toward the left and managed to NOT lock up my wheels and avoid the asshole by about a foot. I have no idea how I was that focused at 10:30pm at night.

Two completely different events, but both reminders of life good and bad.