There I stood, watching an old lady steam milk for my 34 coffee order... I stood there for 45 minutes praying them to speed up, non verbally of course, but I like to think my internal monologue was screeching so hard it could be audible. So the fabled coffee runs ended on a low note, but that's ok because it sounds like I'm in the clear, now I can get back to stressing about my real job. The whole week has very quickly past me by and I'm scrambling to keep up. Umbrellas, cafetieres, stationery and water bottles - all to buy and ready up for our truck next week.
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