Having spent some time in Italy this year I've converted to the real stuff when it comes to coffee. Not to the point of chewing beans straight, but pretty close.
I drink short macs, however I don't think I've ever been taken quite so literally with my order as I was following this morning's ride.
The word 'short' was given scrupulous attention.
For a moment I considered that I might have been served the spillage from someone else's order.
I inhaled for breath and accidentally finished my coffee at the same time.
An ant fell in and got wet up to it's knees.
I had to eat my coffee cause I put a sugar in that absorbed all the liquid.
I inhaled for breath and accidentally finished my coffee at the same time.
An ant fell in and got wet up to it's knees.
I had to eat my coffee cause I put a sugar in that absorbed all the liquid.
I may sound bitter about this but I kinda have reason to be. It cost me $3.75.
Obviously it wasn't worth me kicking up a fuss and demanding some more spillage. I did what was right, paid my bill, thanked the staff kindly and then rode home to make a fat plunger coffee as compensation.
Can't get by without caffeine when you're cycling!
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