The first in a series of posts detailing random encounters in which strangers wronged me in some way.
The other day, I had to run some errands so I decided to call my friend and see if he wanted to get a cup of coffee. Stopping at a diner, I decided to order a decaf tea. My reasoning is as such: it was pretty late in the afternoon, so I didn’t want any caffeine. Reasonable, right? Now, I readily admit that a decaf tea is not the most manly drink on the planet. But was it really necessary for the waitress to serve in to me in a rainbow mug?
Tags: Blondie's greatest hits, dark elf, dock workers, Jehova Witless (theoretical sequel to Witless Protectio, let's stay in touch this summer, Mr. C do you make more than $4/hour
