I fly through North Jersey, somehow managing to throw an entire iced venti nonfat chai latte down my gullet--thank God my Starbucks baristas have memorized my car, now hurling ‘round the corner--without consuming the plastic cup, the straw, or my own paw out of hunger, and head to my first on-ice training session.
--fcnp.com, "Johnny's World: The Art of Relaxation," February 5, 2013 (on running late for morning skating practice)