Latte, please.
Coffee. Black.
I don't know why I ever order it that way. I want it to taste like something.
Something else.
Maybe like I always look in the mirror as though I expect to see myself...as something else.
But it never fails.
Coffee. Black.
Maybe it's because everyone else is there. Judging me. With their god damn eyes. Judging. ME! As though I can't enjoy a little vanilla or chocolate or...
Something else.
Other than god damn coffee. Black.
I'm a man, damn it! Why do I have to have my coffee black? Aren't I entitled to enjoy the drink? Do they HAVE to judge me for ordering some kind of latte or macchiato or fruity flavored coffee?
Not that stupid, seasonal, pumpkin flavored shit. Don't get me wrong. I'm still a man. Right?
But I had to come up with a plan, then it fell into my lap.
I dated a girl once and all she ever drank was coffee. Black. It was heaven. My problems were all solved! SHE could order both coffees and no one would ever judge HER! The world was finally right!
Until she left me. For another man who just happened to drink his coffee. Black.
And here I am in line again...sweating the moment. I don't even really LIKE coffee...