UrbanMysticDee
Bae > Bay
Last week or the week before I got coffee at the store. No, it was the night of the blizzard, so that was the week before Christmas. I brought the coffee home, took the lid off to let it cool a little, and I noticed the room smelled like maple syrup. So I’m sitting there thinking, did I spill maple syrup on the rug or something and not notice it? You see, the previous day I had pancakes, so maybe I spilled it and forgot about it because I was so busy with the blizzard. I look around, can’t find anything. I figure if I’m going to do any real detective work I’m going to need some coffee to clear my head. So I go to take a sip of my coffee and the smell gets stronger. I put my nose to the coffee and inhale, and that’s when I realized it. Those sons of bitches. They spilled maple syrup in my coffee. I’m exhausted and in agony and now I have to make my own coffee after days of work.