Stupid Coffee 1

I don’t mind getting coffee for other people. I honestly don’t, because I understand the need for caffiene.

What I do mind is when said coffee for other people spills in my car, as it has twice in the last few weeks.

I don’t think there’s anything in the last few years that’s gotten me as spitting, homicidally mad as I was after each incidence of coffee spillage.

The main problem is that Starbucks uses shitty coffee holders, which have two glaring problems:

1. They’re so freakishly tiny that they’re completely ineffective for holding large drinks.
2. Once you get one goddamn drop of liquid on them, they completely disintegrate.

Both of these problems combine when you have to stop short, preventing you from easily stopping your drinks from going…everywhere!

The first coffee-in-car was definitely the worst, as some jerkwad cut me off and sent two venti vanilla lattes and a grande drip flying all over the front seat of my car.

That time, the lids also fell of of ALL THREE drinks in my car, spilling not just a bit, but the complete contents of each cup.

Mark can testify to the Starbucks stench that haunted my car several days later. And at least this happened right in front of Starbucks, so I could go back in and beg for replacements.

Then yesterday, as I was pulling back into the lot, the gate started to close unexpectedly on me, so I had to slam on my brakes, sending four cups of coffee hurtling into my dashboard.

Miraculously, all four lids managed to stay on, so it wasn’t as extreme a spill incident. I even managed to convince the people I was delivering these drinks to that I didn’t need to go back to Starbucks and get more.

But this time, I had things I actually use and need (like maps) sitting on the passenger-side floor, which are now covered in a sticky chai-soy-vanilla mess.

I can’t even begin to express how angry these incidents make me. I mean, ranting loudly to myself, throwing water bottles into the wall, feel like punching something/someone angry.

I actually had to beg for a run so that I could get out of the office for a while, beacuse I was so mad I felt like the walls were closing in on me.

And it’s such a weird, stupid thing to get angry about. Especially this fucking angry.

I mean, yeah, it sucks that all my shit was ruined and this is likely going to end up costing me over $100 to get the maps replaced and the interior of my car shampooed to get rid of the damn smell.

I suppose it’s likely just a case of anger transferrence, but I can’t figure out why this, of all things, is what I decide to transfer my anger to.

Anybody else have something that they get irrationally angry about, or is it just me?