I swung by Starbucks to pick up some coffee for someone in the hospital. If I was in the hospital, I would want good coffee. And flowers. Okay, I wouldn't reject good chocolate either. Venti caramel machiatto for her and a peppermint mocha for me. Beautiful.
Once I pissed around with parking, found the right elevator, the right floor, checked in with the desk, found the room, I had to check in with the security guard outside her room. I thought they only had guards for gangsters on crime shows. Apparently not. Anyway, while being "cleared" to enter the room, I tried to hide my surprise. Our security guard was about six foot seven, with long brown hair in a headband, pretty purple eye shadow, tight jeans, and shiny, black, six inch heels. Okay, this combo attracts attention as it is; However, it was the deep voice, the adam's apple, and the jean bulge that caught my attention.
To each their own.
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