Almost Like Christmas

I went out my front door this morning and parked right outside was the coffee supplier for the corner coffee shop. A large van with

Caffé D’arte

painted on its side was just steps away. I thought about hijacking it. Hearing my thoughts, Hubby gently took my elbow and steered me away.

Neither the van driver nor the coffee shop owner know how close they were to losing their inventory. I might have made it across the border, stealing for myself the joy of others like a modern day Grinch (my alter ego.)

If I can't make you miserable by stealing your coffee, I could still do your taxes.

bwahahahaha