If you got it, a truck brought it. Well, if that's the case, you might want to wash it. And then wash your hands, too.
What's up with the truckers? What are they thinking about while they're in the truck driving back and forth? First they 'want' my donuts and then they're all over this place like it's a grubber convention and all I want - and this isn't too much to ask - is to take a deep-bladder horse piss and get me a gingerbread latte at Starbucks. You'd think I was Holly Strano (during the lean years) the way they're all gutteral and lewd and carrying on. Are they talking about me? Really? About me? I dress regular. I do. I'll bet those bastards were talking about me.
Damn. Deep sorrow.
This place was clean but it smelled like somebody lit some bagels on fire in the backroom. People looking at you. People can be a real drag, you know?
The coffee was yummy and I got it with a big whipped cream too. Hello! It was fantastic once I was back in the Subaru with the doors locked.