The other day Ruth and I took Avery to the park (well, really Avery took us) and on the way we pulled through the Starbucks drive-thru. As we were waiting in line for our drinks, I pointed to my star necklace and made a joke about it being satanic. We got to talking and in minutes I had googled it and was reading the wiki page on the pentagram.
It was ridiculous.
So we pull up to the window, laughing at the fact that we actually took the time to research the "history of star symbolism", and the cashier says:
"Two iced triple espressos with cream and a chocolate chip cookie?
Your total is $6.66."
Not kidding. So, either God has a sense of humor or Satan does (or the whole thing was a coincidence...but that's not a very romantic explanation). Regardless, I don't wear that necklace anymore-I'm not taking my chances!
