I’m stealing this from SharkBoy.
I have a new peeve. Yes! A new one, brought forward out of my periphery of hate by my husband not so long ago. He mentioned to me about people who take their time at creamer stations at cafes.
You know who they are. People who stand dead centre of the station and pour in their sugars or sweetners one at a time with copious amounts of stirring and sipping between packets.
Okay. I know you buttpussies are doing this to piss me off. If you’re utterly new to the experience of “coffee” then that’s the only time you can do this. If not, and this is at least your second or one millionth time to Tim Hortons or Starbucks or Coffee Crime, then YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TO PUT INTO YOUR COFFEE.
Grab, tear, pour, stir, lid and go. That’s all it takes. No humming to yourself, no staring off out the window as you wistfully stir your java.
If you did that in NYC or London, you would be knifed. By an old lady. I swear to god.
And what’s up with airplane food?