Sometimes I want to stop and get coffee some place; to-go
coffee from a coffee shop, not a gas station.
But I’m afraid because I can see that moment when I’m handed an
uncovered steaming hot coffee and I have to a) take it from the employee’s hand,
b) carry it to the “coffee prep station” for a lid and coffee cup sheath (not
possible without significant spillage), c) carry it to my car without making a
mess (yes, even with the lid on this can be an issue), and d) not spill it in
my car as I try to steal a sip while driving.
All of this causes enough anxiety that I decide not to
stop at all.
I’ll just make coffee at home.
As em to put it in YOUR travel mug, but not to fill it to the top.
ReplyDeleteThis was meant more as a commentary on my anxiety in public places in general. I used the coffee example because it shows how a simple task can become so difficult.
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