Sometimes I want scream and yell, "Don't you know who I am? I'm Mark Jordan and you don't know who you're messing with!" But then I realize that the puzzling look I would get wouldn't change anything and they would most likely just laugh about me later. So I just grumble to myself and write a strongly worded yelp.
So I'm moving and I enlist the help of my closest friends. I promise to have cold beer in the afternoon and hot coffee in the morning. For the coffee I decide to go against my natural instinct of the giant jug of starbucks and go for Dunkin Donuts Box of Joe. I get up early, call and order a dozen donuts, a Box O Joe and 1/2 dozen bagels. I asked the nice gentleman on the other end of the line if the coffee came with cups, creamer and sugar. BECAUSE I AM MOVING AND WILL HAVE PACKED AWAY MY COFFEE CUPS!!! "Yes." He answered and gave me the total. I show up at the Dunkin Donuts at the prescribed time to get my unhealthy feast for my famished, hungover, ragamuffin band of aged movers. I get home and unload the bounty. And what do you get when you take the F out of cups? THERE IS NO F IN CUPS!! So I guess it is okay for a bunch of grown men and women to pass around a jug of piping hot coffee and get the rim of the opening greasy from their donut slimed lips. It's a good thing that all of my friends and I exchanged cooties a long time ago when we became Eskimo brothers.
......i'm mark Jordan and I'm gonna write a yelp about this.......oh never mind.