When I go to Starbucks on weekends I always get a pup cup — a short cup of whipped cream — for Lightning. No one ever asks me about it . . . I just place my own order, ask for a short cup of whipped cream, they write “Paul” on both cups and serve them up.
Today the Starbucks girl was puzzled. “You want a short cup of whipped cream?” she asked.
“A short cup of whipped cream, right.”
She still had a puzzled look on her face. Maybe she thought what I really wanted was cream.
“It’s for my dog,” I said.
“Your dog likes whipped cream?”
“He loves it.”
“What’s your dog’s name?”
“Right. Like thunder and lightning.”
So this morning, after years of eating pup cups with someone else’s name on them, Lightning got his own personalized pup cup.