It all started today at around 3:00am.
I was driving back from Libbi's house and for some reason I was struck with a sudden urge. I wanted Coffee- the good kind, some fancy restaurant s**t - the kind that makes you stay awake for hours.
I've always hated coffee. It's always screwed with my medication. For most of my existence I've simply despised it...I hate the taste, the temperature, the image of people in suits doing business, and most of all I hate the droves of people in line at Star Bucks waiting to fork over 5 effing' dollars just to slam down some stupid brown liquid.
But I just couldn't help the sudden urge for coffee.
So, I pulled into the nearest gas station. I got out of my car and went in. There were probably four people in line waiting to pay for gas- for some reason they were all staring at me. But I shrugged it off and walked around trying to find some stupid coffee.
After about five wasted minutes of my life, I found a small coffee vending machine on a back wall. So I approached it- the same way Bill Gates would approach a homeless man. I was oblivious.
Now, give me some credit. Yes, I've heard of mocha and late and all the strange foreign words that relate to the caffeinated beverage. But for the love of Buddha, there had to of been about 10 different choices. And to add to my stress, there was a line of people building up behind me.
Honestly, what the hell, does the entire city wake up at 3am for a cup of effing' coffee?
So, I decided I would do the cool thing- act like I knew what I was doing and just pour a little of each.
And thus I started pressing random buttons- coffee and steam started pouring out, and when my cup was about half full I tried to stop the machine from pouring out coffee, but it wouldn't stop.
Yes, the worst case scenario.
To make a long story short, the coffee overflowed the Styrofoam cup and started spilling out onto the floor. I was trying desperately to stop it from coming out when some mocha late no2 came spilling out onto my hand.
I thought I was going to die.
It hurt so bad that I had to drop my cup and that too went spilling onto the floor.
I couldn't see the people at that moment because I was throwing a tantrum but I'm sure they were horrified. Even the manager came rushing over to try and stop the torrents of coffee that were now covering the floor all the way to isle five- not to mention my entire front side.
And so I did what any decent man would do...I ran for the door, whipped off my shirt and tossed it into the back seat and drove off.
No coffee, no cloths, no pride?
;_;
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