I wanted to get out of the house, but didn’t want to do anything too involved, so I cajoled my sister into going to the local Starbucks with me. Little did I know how much fun it would turn out to be.
About 10 minutes after sitting down to enjoy our lunch, I worked up enough nerve to finally ask the barista for a favor. Behind my back I held on tightly to my three day old, yet badly tattered journal. Quietly, at first, I asked if he had any leftover coffee grounds. He asked if I wanted it for gardening. (Huh? People actually use coffee grounds for gardening? That’s news to me.)
I told him no. Instead, I opened up a page in my journal and asked him to smear it all around. At first, he looked at me like I was smoking some serious crack, but eventually he agreed. He was so delicate with it; gently swirling the dry coffee grounds and slowly dripping water over it so it would grip better. It was as if he overlooked the fact that the journal was called Wreck This Journal.
Finally (after much haranguing), he mustered up some courage and took that bad boy over to the sink, and got down and dirty with it. Sweet. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he enjoyed it. In any event, I owe him a big thanks. (He was also kind enough to let me immortalize the moment for my blog).
By the way, if you don’t already have Wreck This Journal, get it. It’s very therapeutic.