So today started off like any other Friday; I got off the train in a desperate need of some caffeine, so I walked over to the Starbucks that's near my work.
Upon entering nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Everything was going along as I had foreseen as I put in my daily order for my work blood.
Then I walked over, as I normally do, to the pickup counter to await my fix when I noticed/sensed a rather tall man to my left having some trouble with a tray full of coffees, the exit door being right behind me.
Since I have yet to give into the dark side, I turned around and opened the door for the suffering man and said "Here ya go!"
That's when the lights in the Starbucks went out (in my head). He turned to look at me as my brain raced across his weathered yet manicured face. Over every wrinkle I flew, settling upon his comforting eyes that had a genuine look of gratitude mixed with yet a strange sense of awkwardness to them.
He said, "Thanks"
And then it happened…I realized I was talking to Han Solo. Indiana Jones himself decided to go to the same Starbucks I entered and somehow he manage to be foiled by a tray full of scalding hot liquid paired with door physics.
Only one stood in the way of what would have been a horrendous death on the floor of the evil empire Starbucks...or a rather nasty embarrassing stain on his cool black polo with matching black slacks (sith?)
Who was the lowly one that swooped in at the last moment with everything on the line?
me.
Today I saved Han Solo's life and therefore saved, in the future…yet somehow a long time ago, a Galaxy far far away.
PS: Han Solo is going by his earth name Harrison Ford.
Upon entering nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Everything was going along as I had foreseen as I put in my daily order for my work blood.
Then I walked over, as I normally do, to the pickup counter to await my fix when I noticed/sensed a rather tall man to my left having some trouble with a tray full of coffees, the exit door being right behind me.
Since I have yet to give into the dark side, I turned around and opened the door for the suffering man and said "Here ya go!"
That's when the lights in the Starbucks went out (in my head). He turned to look at me as my brain raced across his weathered yet manicured face. Over every wrinkle I flew, settling upon his comforting eyes that had a genuine look of gratitude mixed with yet a strange sense of awkwardness to them.
He said, "Thanks"
And then it happened…I realized I was talking to Han Solo. Indiana Jones himself decided to go to the same Starbucks I entered and somehow he manage to be foiled by a tray full of scalding hot liquid paired with door physics.
Only one stood in the way of what would have been a horrendous death on the floor of the evil empire Starbucks...or a rather nasty embarrassing stain on his cool black polo with matching black slacks (sith?)
Who was the lowly one that swooped in at the last moment with everything on the line?
me.
Today I saved Han Solo's life and therefore saved, in the future…yet somehow a long time ago, a Galaxy far far away.
PS: Han Solo is going by his earth name Harrison Ford.
Last edited by RaVeN on Fri Jun 19, 2009 9:03 pm, edited 6 times in total.
Wow thats pretty cool..
