Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Pumpkin Latte Fiasco

I love Fall.  I love the crisp air, the crunchy leaves, and all the yummy treats that are associated with Fall, but mostly I love Starbuck's Pumpkin Spice Latte.  But I have to enjoy it under the perfect circumstances.  It needs to be cool outside, not cold enough for a heavy jacket, but maybe a sweater.  It should be sunny outside so that the sunshine streams through the orange/red leaves on the trees.  Speaking of leaves, there should be a light dusting of them on the ground.  I like to walk to Starbucks and enjoy the Fall and then sit on my deck and drink in the delightful comfort.

I've been waiting for it, dreaming about it and putting it off.  Andy finally had enough of my "It's too hot.  It's too rainy.  It's too leafy," excuses and went and got one without me.  Jerk.  But you can't have a Pumpkin Spice Latte when it's 90 degrees and raining.  It just doesn't fly.

So this past weekend the stars aligned and the Universe said to me "Melissa, it's time for your latte."  I was alone with Isabella so she was going to be privy to an Autumn right of passage. I threw her in the stroller and commenced on my walk.  The weather was perfect.  The leaves couldn't have been more rust colored and crunchy.  I got to Starbucks.  There was a long line.  This was not part of the plan but I went with it.  Isabella started crying because sitting still isn't really her thing, so I did what any mother would do, I gave her a cookie because there was no way she was ruining this for me with her pissyness.

I got my coffee and hightailed it out of there.  Except I forgot that little brown paper sleeve that keeps you from burning your fingerprints off and I realized that the cup holder on the stroller was gone.  So for half the walk home I pushed the stroller cockeyed with one hand while the other hand was getting burned simultaneously from the spilling coffee and the scalding cup.  Finally I used the side pocket of my giant purse to hold the coffee so I could push with two arms.  My bag got sticky.  The handles of the carriage got sticky.  This was in no way, shape, or form the way to enjoy pumpkiny deliciousness.

I finally, finally, made it home.  I sat on the deck with my scalded hand, sticky fingers, and bruised spirit and drank what was left of my latte as Isabella squealed with delight at her bubble machine.

The moral of the story is: Don't wait for the perfect moment, it will never come.  So that dress you're saving for the Pope, wear it.  The wine you're saving for the second coming of Christ, drink it.

Although I just heard that Dunkin Donuts has a caramel apple latte...hmmmmm.
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In The Babyhood said...

This was too funny!

Jess said...

I love the starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte....and the Toffee Mocha...oh how I want one right this very minute...another one, which may even be better than Starbucks is the Pumpkin Latte at Panera Bread Co. MMMM delicious.

Desi said...

I have seen so many tweets about pumpkin spiced latte and I keep thinking the same thing: its too hot here right now!. If I had a starbucks in walking distance I might have given in already though. I'm gonna find one though, maybe today.

TheBabyMammaChronicles said...

Caramel apple latte? That sounds delicious! Maybe you should try again for that.

Iowa Sunshine said...

preach on!!!! i have a bruised spirit on numerous occasions because so much is up for how the little ones behave. gotta love your story -- good to have a ritual like pumpkin lattes!

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