It Must Be A Sign

After a week of work travel that took me to Quebec City, I was wondering if I should get a coffee for my last flight. When I left Canada this morning, I asked the coffee shop make me a hot latte instead of an iced latte. Gross! But I felt bad for ordering in English and was too embarrassed to go back and get another one.

When I got to Newark, NJ I got a late lunch and went to work. With only 45 minutes left to board I headed for my gate. This is when I wondered if I should get an Iced Venti Oat Milk Decaf Latte for this last flight. But, as usual, I needed to check my gate first. My gate was C84 and there was a Starbucks right next to it.

Clearly the universe wanted me to have an evening coffee! So now on this last flight home, I will sip my coffee, eat whatever chips they give me, and watch Top Gun Maverick for the 5th or 6th time. If one must travel on a Friday night, this is the way to do it.

SHINE!
The Road Rider