You are what you drink.
Coffee. I’m an addict. I cannot go on without it. My needs are simple. One very strong cup each morning.
Part of me loathes going to coffee shops or cafes, if you will. I don’t understand these people whose coffee order involves a 10 minute dissertation to a barista. You’re not a real coffee drinker. Even when I’m splurging on a mocha, my order is simple. Non-fat mocha, medium. Bam. Done. Next topic.
My very unscientific theory is that there is a correlation between how you take your coffee and how much you complicate your life unnecessarily. My coffee order is 99% the darkest roast available with some sweetner. I can’t stomach the light or blonde roasts. They taste like brown water. I’ll drink it if there’s nothing else available and a Coke is not an option either.
But it’s not the roast of coffee that makes you complicated. It’s the crap you put in it.
Today while at Starbucks, a lady in front of me ordered an iced coffee. Seems like a simple order…but wait, “I’d like a grande iced coffee in a venti cup filled with ice.” She then ordered an extra venti cup of ice.
What the hell??
Did I mention she didn’t even tip the gal who had to put up with this nonsense?
Maybe I’m being to hard on people. They have a right to be as annoyingly high maintenance as they want. I just don’t want to be behind them in line when I’m trying to get a coffee.
Reposted from my blog: Limit Reached. Read more nonsense at http://www.limitreached.com
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