This morning as I was sipping on my first cup of coffee, I started thinking about all of my writing sisters who have posted a ton, and I mean a ton of stories about men’s attitudes toward the female population.
As I crept slowly along the riverbank, I noticed two geese that seemed to be involved in a conversation. Awed by their posture, I decided to take photos of them with my phone. In less than sixty seconds, I took three pictures as one of them flapped its wings. Satisfied with my accomplishment, I continued my quiet walk.
I’m a Starbucks Mom. I’ve been the crying towel, listening to my son, daughter and their respective crews in Virginia and Colorado for months. Now I’m here to address the issue of the legion of Karens, Sharons, Beckys, and Chads (KSBC) who make the lives of employees miserable.