Co*%&* blocker!

So today I wake up and wait an hour as I have to do after taking my thyroid pill. I can't eat or drink anything until that hour has passed.


Hour's up and I sprint to the coffee... then I realize that. There's. No. CREAMER!!!!!!!


*gasp*


I believe the phrase, 'fuck my life,' was bandied about, but it's all a blur.


I got dressed and walked to Mac's convenience store which is like a 3 minute walk away - not bad, but it's raining.


I get there, and of course they're sold out of half and half cream. *cries*


They only had flavoured kinds, which presented me with a problem; I hate flavoured coffee. But is flavoured coffee better or worse than none at all? So I paced back and forth in front of the cooler, glaring at my subpar choices. Hazelnut = too bitter. French vanilla = I love vanilla, hate FRENCH vanilla. Vanilla toffee caramel = WAY too sweet for me - I don't even take sugar in my coffee. That left White chocolate mocha as the best of a bad situation.


Then I checked it's expiration date. March 2012. Damn it, it's MAY now! I check the bottle behind that one. November 2011!!!


I put it back in the fridge, and resume pacing. I grudgingly grab the vanilla toffee caramel, but then the salesgirl walks by.


I asked the sales girl if there was any more regular cream in the back.


I had to explain what I mean by 'regular cream. "Regular half and half. Plain. Unflavoured. In a carton like the other kinds of milk. It has green on it instead of pink or yellow," (they're colour coded).


When she finally understood me, she went and looked in the back and nope. They were out.


*%^$$&uvt%^*%$R^


Then, lightbulb moment! The coffee section - they must have tiny creamers, I could swipe a few to get me at least one cup of coffee in the manner to which I've become accustomed!


I walk over and no. No they don't have any. WTF am I going to do, use MILK?! (I know, I know, first world problems)


BUT there's a machine that dispenses half and half cream! YAY! So I go and ask the sales girl, I'm like - "I don't want coffee, I just need creamer, so if I just get a coffee cup and put some creamer in it, can I do that?"


She's like, "Um... I'm not sure I can even do that."


I'm like - "I'm not expecting it for free, you can charge me for it."


She's like, "I wouldn't even know what to charge you for something like that."



I'm like "... probably the price of the cup of coffee..." in my head I'm like 'Omg are you always this stunned? Who the hell are you, the dairy police?


She's like, 'oh. Okay!'


She could have died - she was trying to coffee-block me!


Writers NEED their caffeine - am I right?!