I’m half way through my coffee, and I’m starting to suspect that the woman who made it for me gave me decaf as part of some sort of social experiment/reality TV based program. (I can see her grinning at me as I type this).
I’m fully expecting some crazy hyper, judgmental man with a camera to jump out from behind the counter and start firing questions at me about caffeine dependency and emotional instability. I’ll just be sitting here slumped in my chair, all droopy-eyed, muttering “fug off”, all the while wondering if I have the strength to tackle the barista in order to start drinking directly from the coffee pot.
Maybe I do need to be on some sort of reality TV show….