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Accidental Cappuccino And Other 9/11 Musings
It’s a humid, sticky yet not too hot September Tuesday morning in Boca Raton, Florida around 9:30 am and I stop for a Grande Mocha at Starbucks. I am headed to my new coworking/tech incubator space Eglavator, at 791 Park of Commerce Blvd Suite 300, Boca Raton, FL, 33487. On this Tuesday after 9/11/21, 20 years later, I have a hard time getting the attack event out of my mind. There are a couple of things that are bothering me, of course, 9/11 being the biggest thing, but there are other related things in my head.
The Starbucks was empty at 9:30am on a Monday. That’s kind of odd because it is within distance to Yamato and 95, a popular highway exit at a popular. Starbucks does not allow people to sit there in this Delta Variant period of the pandemic. I forgot my mask in the car, but not a problem in Florida, where anything goes. Plus the Starbucks is empty of customers except me. I see a bunch of mobile orders waiting. As I order all those online/mobile orders are being picked up one by one by finely dressed 20s, 30s, and 40s-year-old Millenials. The world that we used to know is not the same, nor do I think it will ever be the same.
So, I order a Grande Mocha at Starbucks. The employee could hardly hear me, so I repeated myself several times. Remember, no mask on me. In the end, when I go to pick it up, it says cappuccino on the side. I did…
