This morning at Starbucks, a chubby man touched my drink.
At the counter where you wait for your drinks to come out, Fat Man picked up my drink, even though he had JUST placed his order, to see if the drink was his. He picked it up 3 different times!!!
"Hey Asshole. It wasn't your drink the first time you picked it up! It's STILL not your drink!"
I wanted to dump my piping hot, venti Americano all over his FACE and scream "Don't touch my coffee drink, fuckerrrrrrr!!!" But instead, I just brushed by him and grabbed my coffee. Seething. Repressed. Caffeine-starved. If I wasn't a coffee junkie, I would have "thrown down"...really. I would have.
Actually, no. I wouldn't have. He was huge.
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