Thanksgiving has begun well for me. I often start the day at a Starbucks that opens at 5am. That way I can get my blog up early.

When my order arrived at the counter, a big muscle guy thought my coffee was his. As he sat sipping my coffee, I bided my time. When his order was announced, the man was mortified.  He scanned the room to discover me looking melodramatically hurt and bewildered. The management rushed to give me a coupon for a free coffee. But when I tried to get the man to take a bite out of my breakfast sandwich so I could get a free one of those as well, the jig was up and the man left laughing.