This morning I waited in the coffee line with a whole slew of people wearing matching coats and golf shirts. The coats were bright red, blue, and yellow. Each person had their first name embroidered over their heart.
At 7:30 in the morning, my brain is still booting up. I had no idea where these people came from. Their coats, I thought, looked like hot air balloons.
One of them took off his coat, and there, again over his heart, was an embroidered picture of a balloon. They were part of a huge ballooning company, stopping off for coffee on the cold, wet day of their company picnic.
I smiled at the gentleman who appeared to be the head of the crew. He would have smiled back (he was a jolly fellow) except that the man behind the counter called a drink's name.
"Double vanilla latte," said the man behind the counter.
The balloon man pulled his coat on, grabbed his coffee, and went outside, where the rest of his crew were sitting and laughing about something someone said.
