Yesterday, I took the day
off as I had one goal in mind. To spend the day at my favorite coffee place to work on filing my taxes. It started off smoothly, after ordering my non-Venti
latte at the non-Starbucks, I settled in at a table by the window. Within moments I had linked to my files
and began entering numbers into the government e-form. As I reached out to
enjoy my first sip on my non-Venti latte I brushed the large cup and sent it
flying across the table and onto the floor. Pouring the entire cup
near the feet of the next occupied table.
To be clear, none of my
coffee actual hit my fellow gay coffeehouse patron. It must of just been the
shock of a random handsome man tossing his full steaming latte in his general
direction that sent this Kindle reader in to a tizzy. This empowered Mr. Grumpy
to lecture me on proper coffee ownership, the responsibilities and burdens that
adults have when deciding that they are mature enough to purchase coffee. All
traits that I was, in his opinion, lacking. Mr. Grumpy then decided to explain
how I had misjudged my ability to handle drinking coffee, and I should be sorry
for involving him in my poor judgment.
There are only so many times
you can apologize for a simple accident. In my case it’s four. And because he
apparently was such a great judge on who should, or should not be left
responsible with a paper cup of coffee, I offered to buy him his next cup of
coffee. After my fourth time apologizing, his outrage of my destroying his
morning became exceedingly humorous to me. When I pointed out that he might be
acting like a Chihuahua whose tail had been stepped on, he grabbed his kindle
and coffee stomped to another table. Mere-moments later I could hear him
retelling his torturous affair to someone on his phone. He spoke loud enough
for me to hear, “Some complete idiot threw his hot drink at me.” Silence… “Yeah.
Then he called me a f*#king chihuahua…. No! That’s not funny!!”
Needless to say, I bought a
Diet Coke in a bottle and completed my taxes. I’m getting a refund. Maybe I’ll
buy sippy cups with some of the money.
I'm such a klutz, I can always relate with the spiller. Even when I'm the spillee. I have to agree with Mr. Grumpy's friend... that is funny.
ReplyDeleteAfter the fourth time, I would have ordered another cup and poured it directly over his head.
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