They didn't tie my bag!

Have no fear, the semester from Hell has actually turned out quite perfect. So no worries. Over exaggerated freak out.

My go-to spot was full today and I was never aware as to how much I actually depended on that. More so, how comfortable I was with it. Folks, it was honest to God a horrific nightmare. Not but moments ago I found myself ordering my tea from a different coffee shop. I tell you what, I was absolutely shocked as to how freaked out I found myself when I was at the counter. "Hi, do you have jasmine tea?" "Yes." "Hot jasmine tea?" "Yes." "Do you have honey somewhere?" "Yes, at the end of the counter." "Ok...thanks." "Oh, and you could tie my tea bag off for me?" "Sure can, no worries." "Oh, ok, thanks..." I hated the uneasiness I felt. Like I had never been to a coffee shop before. More so, that I had never had tea before. Yours truly with a sign plastered on her forehead printed "FIRST TIMER HERB DRINKER". What a joke. The music is better here though...the Beatles and The Frames have played a few times. I walked in to Spoon over the speakers and I felt like I was in a movie. But with the good comes the bad. There are people here who I'm not used to. I feel like they're here because a coffee shop is the cool place to hang out. "There's a real cool club on the other side of town...yeah it's a real cool club, and you're not part of it"...I don't want to be apart of it to tell you the truth. I miss the comfort of coffee being apart of your lifestyle, not a fun trip downtown to search for a lover. I don't like these kids in their sweat pants and soffee shorts with ug boots...who does that? Platnium blonde hair and skinny jeans just to be fashionable which matches the leather skin just sets my blood pressure at a level that I am extremely not comfortable with. My saucer is filled to the brim from the tea that's leaking from my untied tea bag. Each time I pick up my cup, it's a downpour onto my script every time I take a sip. I have however made a few vital discoveries about myself through this horrifying experience: 1)It's obvious that I have chosen the right place since it's jammed packed full of bean drinking seekers. 2)I am so glad I'm not a blind/deaf dog. Can you imagine if you were a blind and deaf dog whose owner loved to re-arrange furniture? Clearly detrimental to their health.