I actually went out shopping on Black Friday (I did come away with a pair of $20 sport coats from Wal-Mart so I have that going for me).

I was not going out mega early and got out around 7:30ish. After I hit a few stores, I decided to treat myself to a coffee and something to eat from Starbucks. I ordered (caramel latte and a piece of cinnamon swirl coffee cake) and went to loiter by the area where you pick up your drink.

That’s when I heard the magic words. Gingerbread Latte. The coffee dude had just made one for someone else. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

“Ah, damn. I totally forgot about those!”

“You want me to change your order?”

Not only did I want him to change my order, I considered proposing to him because he made me the happiest man alive. It would be hard to explain to my wife and all, but we’re talking Gingerbread Latte here.

So he hooked me up with my Gingercrack and I drove home happy as all hell. Then, yesterday, Maria didn’t get around to making coffee before I left for work, and I didn’t realize until it was too late to make it myself so, Hello Gingercrack Number Two.