This morning was slightly different…
At first it started out just like every other morning trip to Starbucks, same coffee, same financial toll, same dose of low fat heavy cream. Then as we were walking back to the office I noticed a number of (what I thought were) paramedics standing at the top of the escalators in the midst of some commotion. They were actively warding people off with a fairly casual "nothing to see here" (which in hindsight could have been highly insulting to a particular party involved), or "please step away".
Of course, when you see escalators and paramedics, you think, or at least I think, seriously gruesome injury, severed limb, lots of blood. And then I see some guy in a suit trying desperately to get a shot with his cell phone and I am thinking how sick is that, you really want to catch someone's moment of horror in your digital memory? Seriously. That's messed up.
Then in the middle of my mental tirade, I glance over and see…
A naked man.
Well, that's not entirely true he had on what appeared to be, a reasonably intact shirt. His pants on the other hand, were either missing, or were a whole new level of sheer.
And in the midst of my mental tirade, my heart came to a complete stop. Wow! Now that's something completely different.
Today's coffee cost me a more than the usual $2.05. I also have in my possession a small mental picture, thankfully less graphic than a cell phone camera, that's all mine to keep.
Good morning ma'am here's your Grande Dark with room for cream, do you want my fry with that?
(The picture which I added later, was obviously at the beginning of his journey, before security managed to partially dress him.)