"...I got rid of the body. I kept the neck, but I had to trash the body..."
This was what I was saying to my wife in a matter-of-fact voice just as the window opened in the Starbucks drive through. I turned to see an earnest, wide-eyed young man with a startled expression on his face, reaching out to me with a Grande Americano (plus half-and-half) in each hand.
I received the beverages, smiling broadly as I handed him the payment.
I am certain he wondered what I was talking about.