Every morning on the way to work, I stop at the same coffee place. I order the same thing. At the same time. From the same twitchy guy.
Every morning he looks at me expectantly, like he’s never seen me before in his life.
REALLY? I’ve been doing this for six weeks. SIX WEEKS, DUDE. Next time you look at me like I’ve never been in your shitty store before, I’m going to make you GUESS my coffee order.
Better yet, I could just stop going to your shitty coffee store and make my own damn coffee (and save money), but it’s one of the very few luxuries I allow myself these days. Although now that I think about it, allowing you to feel superior about your twitchy damn self every morning is a luxury I’m allowing YOU. Huh.