I have really been dragging today and need caffeine to get me going. As you know, I make my own iced mochas at home every morning. Well, today I need an afternoon one. But I don’t want to walk a few blocks to my car and drive somewhere to get one. I start checking around to see where on Main Street can make an iced coffee, preferably a mocha.
Bartleby’s Café has them on their menu but they are about 4-5 blocks away. That’s a bit in this heat. Someone suggests that I call the Red Truck Bakery. They just opened up where Mom’s Apple Pie was. I call them. They do iced coffees but not mochas. Decision time. Do I want an iced mocha that badly to brave the heat that far or just get an iced coffee that is closer. I decide to try Red Truck. They just opened a few weeks ago and I hadn’t been in there yet. A co-worker asked me to get a cookie while I was there. No problem.
I get outside and am crossing the street into the parking lot for Red Truck. There is a mom and two young boys exiting the shop. I walk up to the door and try to go in. The door doesn’t budge. I look at the sign and it says OPEN. I try the door again. Still doesn’t budge. I read the sign closely. They closed at 3pm. I don’t have a watch on but know it was only 2:47 when I left my office and it takes less than 5 minutes to walk there and back. I figure the office clock was wrong and decide to go to Bartleby’s. Which is an extra two blocks away at this point. I am over halfway there when the court house bell tolls 3 o’clock. Yeah, the bakery closed early! Grrr!!!
I arrive at Bartleby’s and order my iced mocha. The guy makes it and puts the lid on it and hands it to me. I grab a straw and head out the door. I open the straw, toss the wrapper in the trash, and try to put the straw in the lid. Only my lid was malformed and didn’t have the opening for the straw. My cup was leaking from the top every time I took a step. So I had to walk down the street with my open straw, my leaky cup, plus my change and my co-workers cash. And she didn’t even get a cookie.
Bartleby’s Café has them on their menu but they are about 4-5 blocks away. That’s a bit in this heat. Someone suggests that I call the Red Truck Bakery. They just opened up where Mom’s Apple Pie was. I call them. They do iced coffees but not mochas. Decision time. Do I want an iced mocha that badly to brave the heat that far or just get an iced coffee that is closer. I decide to try Red Truck. They just opened a few weeks ago and I hadn’t been in there yet. A co-worker asked me to get a cookie while I was there. No problem.
I get outside and am crossing the street into the parking lot for Red Truck. There is a mom and two young boys exiting the shop. I walk up to the door and try to go in. The door doesn’t budge. I look at the sign and it says OPEN. I try the door again. Still doesn’t budge. I read the sign closely. They closed at 3pm. I don’t have a watch on but know it was only 2:47 when I left my office and it takes less than 5 minutes to walk there and back. I figure the office clock was wrong and decide to go to Bartleby’s. Which is an extra two blocks away at this point. I am over halfway there when the court house bell tolls 3 o’clock. Yeah, the bakery closed early! Grrr!!!
I arrive at Bartleby’s and order my iced mocha. The guy makes it and puts the lid on it and hands it to me. I grab a straw and head out the door. I open the straw, toss the wrapper in the trash, and try to put the straw in the lid. Only my lid was malformed and didn’t have the opening for the straw. My cup was leaking from the top every time I took a step. So I had to walk down the street with my open straw, my leaky cup, plus my change and my co-workers cash. And she didn’t even get a cookie.
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