Would You Like a Side of Flu With That?

Starbucks.  Every morning.  Same drink.  Every morning.  Same baristas. Almost every morning. This morning was a relatively new girl.  I’ve only seen her maybe twice before.  She’s nice enough, pleasant at the drive through, no problems. Until this morning. I pull up to the window, and in a gravelly voice she says, “How you doin’?”…

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