Bad Coffee @ MindSay

When I get a chance, or have the supplies, I will make my own coffee at home and take it on the road with me on the way to work.  It's cheaper, quicker, and there is less of a chance that it won’t be made to my liking.  However, I ran out of coffee a few days ago and haven’t gone to the store to get more, so its Tim Horton’s on the way to work.  I pull up to go through the drive-through, in Johnston near the highway onramp, but there is a guy blocking the line, talking on his phone.  He clearly just picked this spot to BS to whomever, with no desire to get in line. 

 

So I give the guy a little toot.  Using the horn in the car is all about the pressure and frequency, otherwise you can really piss someone off.  I give him the light toot, and he proceeds to move out of the way in quick fashion.  Total time elapsed, 15 seconds.  Not bad, so I give him the thank you wave as I drive by.  This is when I notice him yelling “Fuckin…” at me.  Another stupid Johnston Italian Mafioso wannabe.  I hate these idiots.  They puff out their chests and talk like retard meatheads.  You know that guy. 

 

Anyways, as he see’s my hand raised, he backs off 100% immediately and starts on the “oh, yeah, no problem.”  Too late, you’ve exposed yourself as a prick, moron, and degenerate in the span of 45 seconds, not to mention ignorant for blocking the lane in the first place.  First impressions count my friend; you get no second chances, way to be an asshole. 

I am currently parked at a cafe in Austin by the name of Thunderbird Coffee. Their mochas are quite tasty, and their espresso strong but not too bitter. The baristas are mostly young college students with Apple computers. Indeed, there are many Apples in this cafe. I am one of seven people with iBooks/MacBooks/PowerBooks, and there are only about ten or fifteen people in here (it's a pretty good-sized cafe).

I like this place. In fact, I shall name it mine. *Stabs a blue Lavazza flag in the ground*

FYI, do not trust a cafe in US airports called "Let Them Eat Cake." I don't care if they serve Lavazza espresso, it sucks. They cannot make an espresso to save their miserable, low-fat, soy, mochaccino-drinking LIVES. Plus it has a French theme, and who wants that?

Well, back to my paper on good ol' Sir Walter Scott.

I am tempted to call him Scotty the whole time, and perhaps write in Highland Scot.

Teehee.

So for those of you who read Shiny's blog this morning are all aware of the imminent threat to our home by zombies during the incredibly rare extended power outage we had.  I had woken up the in the middle of night to darkened silence, thought it was weird, and promptly went back to my happy dream.  This morning however, it was warm, and annoying, and still quiet.  It fell to me to explain to the kid why he couldn't have his usual toast or waffles or milk for breakfast.  And why he couldn't watch The Wiggles on TV.  Shiny bringing up the radio was confusing - as that was working just fine.  Av's solution was that we call Handy Manny to fix the electricity.

Once I got him fed and dressed, we rushed out of the house to stop at the 7-11 to pick him up some yogurt for lunch, as I wasn't going to open the fridge.  We did, they didn't have his preferred vanilla, so we had another round on that topic.  We finally get to school and I realize that I left Av's naptime bag at home.  So after dropping the kid off, I had to schlep BACK HOME to get the darned nap sack.  Happily though, the power company guy was outside and he explained to me all about the underground cable problem, our low voltage cable (which is why we rarely lose power when the rest of the neighborhood does), and that it would be back up and running in a few hours no sweat. 

Seeing as how I was already late for work and cranky, I decide on my way back to the preschool to stop at the Starbucks to pick me up a pick me up Frappuccino.  What got in to me I don't know, but I ordered the new summer flavor Orange Mocha.  It wasn't until I was already buckled back into my car that I realized what an INCREDIBLY HIDEOUS MISTAKE OF MASSIVE PROPORTIONS I had just made.  It tasted like a ground baby asprin frapp.  YICK.  I don't think that the Baristas would have made me a new one if I had walked back in and admitted to how nasty this was and could I get a different flavor all together.  I assumed they would charge me, and I was already in the car, so I suffered.  Can I just say that I'm still paying for that mistake?  Oh for the love of all that is sacred in my life and world I will never order that thing again.

I get to the school, drop off the bag for happy boy, and go to work.  And I can't read Mindsay at work now because it is blocked by our "RED WARNING SCREEN OF INAPPROPRIATE INTERNET DOOM".  Grrr.