I love sarcasm, I love a good joke, heck I am even confident enough to poke fun at myself. BUT, and there is a big BUT… Don’t clown me when something effed up happens.
I chose a local bagel shop to get my coffee versus the overpriced cop-of-joe at Starbucks. Today is D-DAY, the ball drops in less than 12 hours and I’m scrambling around in my new outfit ready for tonight’s big extravaganza. Why am I wearing my new outfit when I have hours to go until my party? YOU KNOW… You gotta break in the new threads, or else you will be stiff all night — that way they are nice and comfy for prime time 🙂
So I’m at this local deli / bagel spot, place is super packed with everyone who is in last minute detail / errand mode like me. It’s finally my turn, and when I get handed my tall cup of joe, the dead-pan clueless kid behind the counter squeezes it so tight, that the coffee gets all over my brand new threads, WHAT THE HELL MAN!!! I FLIP OUT!!! Not because of the mistake but the inopportune moment this douche-master decided it was comedy relief time.
Coffee may be served in a variety of ways, Bro…
I am wearing a $500 outfit that I hoped to potentially return – if it didn’t break in well, and then you pour hot-ass coffee on me, and you wanna be funny with me “BRO!???” GRRRRRRRRRR!!!
… DAMN MONDAYS!
