Okay, it’s true. I’ve raged against the machine. I’ve ranted about diesel fuel being sucked into trucks then its aftermath being spewed into the air I breathe. And I’ve specifically wailed about Starbucks in general. I’m all about “keep it local, keep it green, keep it real, know the person behind the businesses you use…”
But I’m also well aware that more than half of the products and services I use are somehow connected to things or people who are NOT local. And in the winter, when I have to buy produce from the grocery stores on a regular basis, that number might be higher. And, I also like imported chocolate. I carefully guard my tiny vial of saffron threads. And, I fly or drive to explore places in the world I’ve never seen. So, I try my best to balance my “machine raging” with some sort of tempered logic. And events like what happened yesterday help with that trying behavior…
You see, Starbucks had a $2.00 special running on their breakfast sandwiches, and if you’ve ever eaten one of their bacon Gouda offerings you’ll know why I was visiting the Hall of Fame Street location at 6:45 in the morning. I had just witnessed a beautiful sunrise, I had my iced latte and my tasty, cheap sandwich in my hand and was using my foot to open the front door. Just before my eyes swung upward toward the outside view I was preparing to greet with my happy morning self, I spied a basket I had never seen. While I was standing there with my leg out in front of me the door swung back, hit it, and reminded me that I was blocking the entrance/exit path while I was staring at this basket.
There, in a long, deep basket in the corner of Starbucks was a big silver bag with a label stuck across the top reading, “For Your Garden.”
Aw, Starbucks is giving me something for my garden!
I backed out of the doorway, set my breakfast down and squatted down for a closer look. Sure enough, there was one silver bag stuffed with coffee grounds waiting to be taken home. I looked around the room feeling that all of the sudden this was some sort of competition and the scarce resources were all mine…mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!! I gently lifted the bag up, restacked my breakfast loot, and headed out the door.
The thing is…I did a little research after I got home that night and Starbucks has been giving away their coffee grounds since…wait for it…1995.
So, THANK YOU, Starbucks, for doing more than some to give back and renew our natural resources. And, thanks for giving my garden a shot of nitrogen this week. It looks pretty happy to me.