A Quick Moment with Carol
Look, no one loves and respects food service industry workers more than I do. But goddammit. I buy my coffee everyday from the same guy. I drink it black. He KNOWS I drink it black. But today...boom...he hands me a coffee swimming in milk. He mixed mine up with someone else's and I didn't realize it until I was back at my desk. There's a holocaust in my cup instead of deliciousness. And I saw the lady who ordered this weak-ass coffee. She looked like someone who might have been fired from a teaching job 15 years ago. I keep trying to drink this but every sip fills me with disappointment followed by rage. I'm going to wait outside the coffee shop tomorrow until that woman stops by and throw what's left of this decaf abortion in her stupid face and then turn around to the coffee guy and scream, "YOU DID THIS!"
Then I'll get back to laying out the program for next week's sales meeting. I'm hoping to slip the word "fingerbang" in somewhere.
Then I'll get back to laying out the program for next week's sales meeting. I'm hoping to slip the word "fingerbang" in somewhere.
posted by Carol at 11:26 AM
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10 Comments:
How in God's name can we hope to have peace in Darfur and Lebanon when a mixed up cup of coffee can inspire so much rage and hate?
ha! i am nothing if not petty.
I'm with you, Carol. Coffee is meant to be as dark as Karl Rove's soul.
And congrats on focusing your rage into an impromptu Photoshop instead of crippling the woman.
Man, it sounds like you might not have got enough sleep last night. This is a little more fuel for the fire, Ms Coffe B. Blandyblandalot probably noticed the mistake right away and had him correct it. She is wandering aimlessly about the streets sipping her so called coffe drink in comfort and your perfectly good black coffe got shitcanned.
"There's a holocaust in my cup"
If I get to Hell first, I'll save you a good seat.
And it was probably skim too. Shudder.
Cristiane
Is it not written in the sacred Book of Dirty Harry, "Every day for the last fifteen years Loretta here has given me a large black coffee. Today she hands me my coffee only it's got sugar in it. A lotta sugar. I just came back to complain." And verily, didst Dirty Harry not then proceed to smite the armed robbers who were present with his .44 Magnum?
sounds like you've had enough caffine already young lady....
As someone who drinks her coffee like a 5 year old child as well, I can assure you that Ms. ex-teacher was highly pissed as well. She was all set to enjoy her delicious beverage of cream and cancer causing agent with a splash of coffee to color it and instead was faced with a bittersludge the taste of which could never be scrubbed away. And there was probably nary a Splenda in sight. Plus you can't ever get enough creamer in when the cup's already filled with coffee. So be happy - life sucked for others as well that morning!
Charlie M (I likes my coffee the way I like my men!)
I know exactly how you feel.
Matt- The Boston Globe
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