Starbucks and fencing

I'm home for the holidays, which means "going to Timonium" (i.e. getting in the car and keeping my parents company) in the daily run of grocery shopping, music lessons, and team sporting events. The weirdness escalates if you have, like me, let your driver's license expire, and so rely on your parents anyway to drive you to where you need to be. Caffeine, under these circumstances, becomes a dire necessity.

What I learned is that that for all its faults, Starbucks, like any other coffee shop, is really delightful in the evening when there's nobody there. Kind of makes you want to crack open a book, order a triple grande chai latte with whipped cream, and settle in for the night.