Stop It.
I wish the waitresses at Coco’s wouldn’t keep refilling my coffee cup all the time. I mean, I know they think they’re doing me a favor, but what they don’t realize is that I just painstakingly achieved the perfect balance of coffee, cream, and sugar, and what I really want to do is to enjoy that perfection all the way to the bottom of the cup. Not get a surprise 1/3-cup warm-up, struggle vainly to regain what I was just enjoying, and then resignedly (and grouchily) drink what ends up being a pale shadow of the perfection I had just fifteen seconds before the coffee caravan steamrolled over my morning.
Yeah, so I get worked up about these kind of things. It wouldn’t be a problem if I always drank my coffee black, but I like to mix it up. Er, so to speak.
OK back to work.