...you get to the counter**, tell the guy to go easy on the sugar, pay, pick up your change, and then forget to pick up the damned coffee.
*Which brings me to the question that is baffling the pants off me - WHY am I stressing myself out over a job I no longer have? It's bizarre, BIZARRE I tell you!
That conscience, you know, she can be SUCH a pain.
**The Fresh & Honest stall at Churchgate station which, despite it's very corny name, has some really good coffee***.
*** And no, they haven't paid me to say that...sadly.