Finally

Adoration from fans is customary, but it still left that towering green straw entirely out of reach. Standing on the floor cushion simply wouldn't do. I shimmied up the leg of the coffee table, smoothed down my coat with an exasperated sigh, and marched directly up to the Starbucks cup. The green plastic cylinder was wedged firmly in the lid, pointing straight into the heavens. I braced my plush feet against the smooth plastic rim, grasped the straw with both stubby hands, and gave a sharp, authoritative yank sideways. With a gratifying pop, it tilted diagonally, its tip now resting mere inches from my nose. I gave a smug snort; genius is never defeated by height.