Quit your whining
Ok, Ok, I know it's been a while since I've posted, and now you've got yourself all worked up because you don't get to read about my misery, making your life seem meeningful and sane by comparison.
Truth is, sometimes I get too worked up over all this coffee world crud, and then I don't want to post, because it would be too serious. Plus, I don't think that it's good to unleash too much sarcastic venom on the world at once. Rather, like the Rattle Snake, I must inject my victims with just the right amount of toxin. I don't know exactly what that means, but I'm pretty sure it's deep. Regardless, I've always wanted to work a Rattle Snake analogy into my writing.
I may die in peace now.
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All about pent-up barista rage and a life dedicated to the pursuit of magnificent coffee. Some of you have complained that you feel insulted when reading this blog. That's ridiculous. Most likely you feel that way because you are over-sensitive and very, very stupid.
3 comments:
i have always wanted to visit one of them churches where they handle snakes....
No you don't! Trust me.
Mr. H, I've a feeling you speak from experience, and I'm definitely taking your advice...at the very least to avoid a stray snake taking a nip at me.
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