Morning Coffee

Waking with the sensation that I had been sleeping in snow, and my eyes feeling that they were spackled over with peanut butter, I felt it prudent to stop early for coffee.

Surprisingly, the quiet little bedroom community in which my bedroom is located had as over-abundance of coffee choices, including three Starbucks within a 1 mile radius, two of which are actually in the same shopping center.

I was in a hurry, and already feeling queasy, so I stopped at the closest one, located just inside the door at Albertsons.

Now , I appreciate good personal hygiene. and a subtle personal scent can be nice, but it is never appropriate to slather oneself with aromatic goo before going into public. Especially if you are going to work with the public and handle the public's things.

The coffee girl did a fine job of taking my order and pouring the brew into my paper cup. the problem came, however, when she put on the lid, smearing her lotion all over the top, right where my nose goes.

With every sip, now, I am taking a whiff of her crappy citric scented hand cream. I need the coffee, but the smell is going to make me sick.