The scene:

Gelson’s coffee counter, 9 AM. I have yet to have coffee and so I can’t think, form words, or tolerate anything that humans do. Finally, my coffee is handed to me, and I head to dress it.

Woman blocking the counter that clearly did not read my blog on July 29th, 2008: WHAT IS THAT?

Me:….Iced Coffee.

Woman blocking the counter that clearly did not read my blog on July 29th, 2008: WHAT’S IN IT?

Me: Coffee. And Ice.

Woman blocking the counter that clearly did not read my blog on July 29th, 2008:: THAT LOOKS GOOD.

Me: IT IS GOOD. IT’S REALLY GOOD. THAT’S WHY I ORDERED IT. AND IF YOU DON’T GET OUT OF MY WAY SO THAT THIS COFFEE CAN GET IN MY FACE I WOULD GENUINELY FEAR FOR YOUR FUTURE AND POSSIBLY ALSO FOR YOUR FAMILY.