The very foundation of my day has been shattered: my coffee shop has closed. Actually, it’s been closed for about a week, but the effects are just starting to take their toll on me. It was a small shop, mere steps from the office, but the coffee was good, cheap and strong. They knew what I liked, we had our routine down, and it had been that way for a long time.
Now they’re gone.
I’m a Cancer; a creature of habit. I don’t like change. There are tons of places to get coffee in this area, but only two that are on my path to work (read: don’t require me to cross a street out of my way). One has decent coffee, but the guy that serves it creeps me out a little. The other has really good coffee, but they practically ignore me every time I go in there. I was the only one in there this morning, and I swear I waited about two minutes before they even acknowledged that I was standing there. Not OK!
There’s a Starbucks on the street too, but I’d have to not only wait in their long lines, and well, cross the sreet. I bet you didn’t know I was this anal retentive, did you? Also, it’s Starbucks, and the coffee tastes like crap. I guess the only thing I can do is hope that another coffee shop moves into that location, or else I might have to change jobs.
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