he started off his day yawning while slinging shitty coffee before the sun had even broken the clouds.

he was an asshole anyway.

forget smiling or tipping. there is no point the service never gets any better with him. he hates everyone. he needs an attitudinal lobotomy. his name is eric. unfortunately eric is not only drop dead f*cking gorgeous he is also the only barista for miles when i need my morning caffeine drip.

but this morning he seemed exeptionally crabby. not looking up, grunting, and asking which roast twice!

eric couldn't possibly have been awake enough to have seen the craziness coming his way standing in line just behind me.

she stunk of cigarettes and too much perfume--odd for 5:30 am in small town usa. she was mumbling to herself and tapping her toe impatiently while i paid. and she was still digging through her pockets for change to pay for her coffee when i left...