Wish me luck folks…

Working tomorrow…at the hospital in Cheyenne…will stop at the good ol’ java joint (a.k.a. Starbucks) on my way…

…and I’ve just finished reading the latest on the “guns ‘n cup of joe” shenanigans.

Remember a few posts back?  The “shootout at the Sbucks corral?”  Well…not that there was ever a shootout, per se, but there was that quote unquote confrontation between the “Democrat” and the dude in black.  Said dude in black who’s always all duded up in his Western duds now sporting a matching bulletproof vest and all the accoutrements required thereof.  Remember him?  Did I mention the black wraparound sunglasses?  At 6:45 a.m. on cloudy days no less.

But I digress…sort of…

It seems that the CEO of Starbucks has finally  had it with the ridiculous posturing of the gun-totin’, java addicted (I know, I know…like I have room to talk…)  (about ADDICTIONS people, not guns) well, for lack of a better word “sit-ins” that have been occurring at Starbucks establishments around the country (in 40 states to be exact).  He’s now taking out a full page ad in which he asks for no more guns in the aforementioned java joints…because it is making the patrons uncomfortable (the ones WITHOUT the AR 15’s slung over their shoulders, or the Colt 45s slung low on their hips).  He is asking for no guns either inside the store or in the outside seating areas.

HOWEVER…and here is the big catch…this is not something that can be enforced…and he’s not going to ask his workers to enforce it…he’s just hoping for a peaceful resolution.  Basically…he’s thinking that if he puts this out there, then everyone will just respect his wishes.

Boy…methinks he’s never set foot in Wyoming before.

Don’t worry, don’t worry…I’m certainly not going to be the one to mention this to the dude in black.  I know my dear mother is going to be wondering if her overly-passionate, sometimes hot-headed, liberal, pinko, gay-lovin’, Subaru-drivin’ daughter is going to survive her early morning coffee run.

So when I write “wish me luck folks,” what I really mean is wish me luck in keeping my mouth shut, my eyes straight ahead and my mind on one singular thing…my overpriced, liberal-elitist, snooty version of morning nirvana…

Stay tuned.  I’ll update all y’all.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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