I came to the library to finish writing a paper and stopped by the coffee shop before it closed to get some caffeine. After I ordered, I stepped to the side to
wait. There was only one other girl standing there. She got her coffee, and the next drink that came looked like what I ordered (Red Eye - a shot of espresso
in a large cup of coffee). I took it and started adding the coffee to it (because they just give you the espresso and the cup) and then I noticed another guy
waiting. That's when I thought back to what the barista had actually called the drink, which was something a little unfamiliar (I attributed it to his
heavy accent), and also remembered that the color of the espresso was lighter than I expected it to be. By this point, I had already filled it up with coffee
and had a lid in hand. So I shamefully ran away with it before anybody noticed.
Karma kicked me right in the ass about a minute later when I spilled the coffee all over the table, chair, and floor of the library. I burnt the fuck out of my fingers and had to clean it up with my winter hat. Now I've got most of a stolen cup of coffee sitting there in a puddle, mocking me. I don't even want to drink it anymore because I feel like such an ass.
Karma kicked me right in the ass about a minute later when I spilled the coffee all over the table, chair, and floor of the library. I burnt the fuck out of my fingers and had to clean it up with my winter hat. Now I've got most of a stolen cup of coffee sitting there in a puddle, mocking me. I don't even want to drink it anymore because I feel like such an ass.
