Nor am I.  A glimpse at my watch tells me that this delay will cause me to hit the dreaded college traffic, which will add an extra 15 minutes to my already intolerable commute. All thanks to these blithering nimrods, who seem to think that placing a simple coffee order is on par with the Camp David Accord.  I fanaticize grabbing each man’s head and clanking them together, like Moe would do to Larry and Curly.


Now the two are pondering poppy seed muffins and banana bread. Babies will be conceived, born, and registered for preschool before these dolts ever complete their order. 


And so I start to woolgather, reviewing my weekend.  It was a good one. I’d enjoyed an ice-cream outing with my niece on Saturday, participated in a greyhound rescue Meet and Greet in the afternoon, and on Sunday attended church at the usual hour. It had been an amazing service, thanks in part to a videotaped interview featuring Bono, lead singer of the rock band U2.  Talking with Willow Creek Community Church pastor, Bill Hybels in Illinois, Bono had championed causes such as debt relief to struggling countries, AIDS, poverty, and world hunger. “Christ won't let you walk away because it's difficult, expensive, and a moral hazard," he stressed. Repeatedly, he emphasized that care and concern for others should not be restricted by boundaries and borders.


I was nodding throughout the entire service, agreeing with everything he was saying, while being duly impressed with his eloquence and passion. I’d always enjoyed U2’s music, but this side of Bono was truly an eye-opener. And then, leaning forward in his chair, he delivered a simple reminder:


Love Thy Neighbor is a commandment, not a suggestion.”


Like a jolting smack upside the head, Bono’s words come back to me as Larry and Curly finally place their order and prepare to move on. One guy turns around and gives me a sheepish smile.


“Sorry we took so long,” he apologizes.


“Don’t worry about it,” I mumble, feeling very much the hypocrite. How impressed I’d been with yesterday’s message, yet how quickly I’d forgotten it. 


Love thy neighbor, indeed. Even at Starbucks.


Nobody ever said it would be easy.