Mulder drinks grande skinny latte with a shot of cinnamon dolce.

My friend Christy and I decided to go for Starbucks this morning. She mentioned a new one that had just opened down the street and since there just aren't enough Starbucks popping up all over the US, we trekked the 1.5 miles down the road, you know, to check out the landscaping.

A totally different Starbucks and we actually got out of the car. Call us adventurous!

So we were there sipping our liquid doughnuts when a clean cut gentleman walked in with dark classes, a badge and a gun. Christy leaned over and whispered to me,"He's FBI."

She pointed over to another man waiting for his coffee and said, "He's FBI, too."

As we chatted about kids and school, more men in dark glasses walked in. Between sips of coffee, Christy would pause to say, "He's FBI, too."

I finally stopped to ask,"Wait. Is there some kind of FBI office close by? I'm starting to get a little paranoid."

She informed me that there was indeed an office nearby. She then pointed out that one of the agents in the coffee house was married to her former boss and that "I hope he doesn't recognize me. I look AWFUL and I would just hate for him to go home to his wife and tell her he saw me out like this!"

There are criminals with their mugs on display in post offices everywhere evading capture. I'm pretty sure that most of them are not in Starbucks ordering a triple venti mocha, but hey- who knows? There are in fact, moms who look like they just rolled out of bed, sleepily rubbing their eyes, plotting to overthrow laundry stains while avoiding detection of a local FBI agent.

So we did what most women would do in our situation. We slipped out the side door- not to evade capture, but to avoid the possibility of one FBI agent telling his wife that Christy was out in public in her yoga pants and no make-up.

Adventurous and stealthy. Just call us Thelma and Louise.