Vic was excited to finally have some time to herself, and she planned to spend it somewhere other than her home. She loved their house, but she was all too familiar with every inch of the floors, the walls, the stains in the carpet and since the kids were all away at school and daycare, she was willing to take the opportunity presented to leave the house. She finished up in front of the mirror, gussying up her appearance a little. Appearance was important to Vic. She couldn't have the other wives of the town seeing her down the street looking run down or in any state not expected of Vic. She had to keep up the appearance that childcare and house work was a breeze and that it had little effect on her well being. Well, it did and it didn't to an extent. The important thing was she had to make it look like it didn't at all.
Vic grabbed the keys to the minivan with her sunnies and walked out the door, checking to see if it was properly locked before she went to the car. She hoped in, placed her sunnies on, checked herself out in the rear view mirror and started the engine. She was off.
Half way into her drive to town she thought about what she needed to do there and whether she could afford to put herself first for once and sit and have a coffee before running errands. In the end, the need to be seen by other people apart from her family overcame her selfless errands and she headed to Starbucks. She was always thankful they had a small parking area there, even though most of the time it was impossible to find a place. She always checked though, trying her luck. It seemed luck was with her on this day, for she scored a space not too far from the entrance. She parked and with another look in the rear view and then again in the window reflection as she locked the car, she strolled into Starbucks.
The line was relatively average, considering the time of day. 10 am was a peak time for coffee. Actually when its Starbucks you're talking about, all day is peak time for coffee. The line moved quickly, thankfully and Vic ordered her low fat mocha latte and a chocolate croissant, grabbed her number and a magazine from the counter and went to grab a table outside. Vic set the number down, positioning it so the number was clear for anyone coming outside, then sat and started flipping through the outdated Cosmo she had picked up.