Is there anything, ANYTHING, more disappointing than taking that first sip of your morning beverage and discovering it is not what you ordered? (inequality of women, child abusers that work the system, people dying because they can’t afford treatment… not withstanding)
The thing is, if you get it through a drive-thru (or if like me you google eye your significant other to get it for you) its not until you have passed the crucial “proximity to return” point, that you notice the complete ineptitude of the person making your order to distinguish between coffee/tea, milk/no milk, french vanilla and plain hot water (yep, happened once).
For any of you who have gone to gulp a double double and have found it to be all cream, you know what I’m talking about.
You curse (not so silently) the miserable wh*re who brought the bast@rd child that made your abomination in a cup, to life. You call into question the intellect of whoever hired that moron in the first place. You swear you will never go back to that god-forsaken Timmie’s even if it was the last place on earth to carry the honey crullers that you crave fortnightly.
HOW DID THIS HAPPEN TO YOU?!?!
Does she/he not REALIZE that you have an important day of answering phones and smiling at people ahead of you? How does she/he expect you to make it till break time without some form of warm caffeinated beverage warming your hands and your heart?
Walk to the kitchen at work and MAKE ONE?
Are you outta your effin mind?
To YOU out there that can’t make a coffee (then boy are YOU in the wrong profession) or can’t line them up on the window to hand out in order…