Let’s get some context here. I am not a huge coffee drinker, and when I drink it, it’s a very simple iced coffee or iced frap. Very basic. I don’t know hardly anything about coffee. I have instant coffee at home if that gives you any indication.
You’ve got goat milk, oat milk, almond milk, cat milk, cow milk, and fake milk. So many flavor syrups. I don’t know if I’m pronouncing anything correctly, I don’t know how much sugar to put in, it’s all just so confusing.
Then you’ve got to deal with LINE ANXIETY, and it’s a real thing!
Since I don’t know anything about coffee it makes me self-conscious because it seems to me that everyone going to get coffee is a coffee expert. So now I’m holding the line up because I don’t know what to order or how to order it, people behind me are getting annoyed, and I’m just stressing out for being a public nuisance. That is line anxiety, and IT’S REAL, DAMNIT.
Now that you’re caught up, we have weekly coffee runs at Woodward Community Media, and since me nor Eddie really drink coffee, we never put orders in and we try our hardest to avoid going on coffee runs. Well, not today.
We couldn’t dodge this bullet and our nightmares became a reality. It went exactly how I pictured it: horrendous.
