No Sugar, Little Milk, and a Punch

This morning, when I entered the coffee shop, the same clerk that greets me every morning cheerily said, “Hey Dude.” I ordered my coffee, “Large with just milk.”
“Just milk? Don’t you want coffee. Har, har.” He tells that joke every morning. He was waving his skinny white arm around and I tiredly looked at his Burger King Sponge Bob watch float in the air. To some poor woman seated next to the counter, he was explaining how he taught himself both French and German.

He handed me my change saying, “Don’t spend it all in one place.” I had my coffee in the left hand. With my right, I grabbed his wrist, and then dropped the cup out of my other hand. I hit him twice in the throat before the drink splattered on the ground.

Actually, none of this happened, but I did think about, which is just symptomatic of not being a morning person and hating over-caffienated, hippy espresso pullers.

To get today’s pic, I did a Google image search for “punch.” This is the pic I wanted to use, but it’s not really safe for work, so look at it at your own risk. It is also permanently disturbing.

Site of the Day: Ouch, so grumpy today. Check out the videos of The Kid From Brookyn, he makes me seem like Dick Van Dyke on ecstacy.

This morning, when I entered the coffee shop, the same clerk that greets me every morning cheerily said, “Hey Dude.” I ordered my coffee, “Large with just milk.”

“Just milk? Don’t you want coffee. Har, har.” He tells that joke every morning. He was waving his skinny white arm around and I tiredly looked at his Burger King Sponge Bob watch float in the air. To some poor woman seated next to the counter, he was explaining how he taught himself both French and German.

He handed me my change saying, “Don’t spend it all in one place.” I had my coffee in the left hand. With my right, I grabbed his wrist, and then dropped the cup out of my other hand. I hit him twice in the throat before the drink splattered on the ground.

Actually, none of this happened, but I did think about, which is just symptomatic of not being a morning person and hating over-caffienated, hippy espresso pullers.

To get today’s pic, I did a Google image search for “punch.” This is the pic I wanted to use, but it’s not really safe for work, so look at it at your own risk. It is also permanently disturbing.

Site of the Day: Ouch, so grumpy today. Check out the videos of The Kid From Brookyn, he makes me seem like Dick Van Dyke on ecstacy.