Coffee
While it certainly doesn't rank up there with leaning the R1200ST into a curve, there are few things I enjoy as much in the morning as feeling a medium iced soy caramel mocha (no whip) sliding smoothly over my tongue, exciting my taste buds on the way down.
Conversely, there are few things as frustrating as helplessly watching $3.50 worth of said yummy mocha splash untasted on the asphalt parking lot.
I was running early, for the first time in weeks, on the promise of treating myself to coffee on the way into work. I usually place said coffee on the truck while opening the door. I didn't this time, and fumbled it.
Arrrrrrgh.
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So did you at least go back in for another?
Nope. Didn't have time. I fumed all the way to work.
But I went to get a haircut and go shopping after work. I bought some shoes and then went to Barnes&Noble. Found a book and then sat in the cafe with a tall iced soy mocha. Twas nice.
There is nothing I hate more than wasting coffee
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