Moving home is fun, what with all the clothes and things you get to give away, and start a fresh chapter of life with one and a half bag by your side.
On the other hand its stressful as hell, as you keep cleaning and ruthlessly discarding the incomplete puzzle pieces. The least you expect after zipping about town and airports, is a decent cup of Joe to stay afloat through the 16 hour journey (with 12 hours of layover) from coast to coast. I've had worse experiences.
Like tugging around 20 lb bags across 2 miles from one wing of Detroit airport to another looking for my caffeine fix wasn't enough, what was handed to me was a weak and barely warm cup of coffee. I muttered curses under my breath to the bimbo behind the counter and emptied the glass in the coffee shop's trash can, as if I was pouring the poor excuse over her head.
With 7 more hours to kill, and sleep eluding despite the aching muscles, i wandered to spend some $$, a surefire way to replicate the rush a $2 glass of coffee could have easily managed. The salesperson at the memorabilia store recommended I take the express train and head north where I'd find a Starbucks. My hopes were raised, and I quickened my pace. Their vanilla latte was hardly passable by Starbucks' own standard, whether it be their cafes in New Jersey, New York city or Erie. Completely disillusioned by now, I switched to sipping ice cold water and orange juice.
On the other hand its stressful as hell, as you keep cleaning and ruthlessly discarding the incomplete puzzle pieces. The least you expect after zipping about town and airports, is a decent cup of Joe to stay afloat through the 16 hour journey (with 12 hours of layover) from coast to coast. I've had worse experiences.
Like tugging around 20 lb bags across 2 miles from one wing of Detroit airport to another looking for my caffeine fix wasn't enough, what was handed to me was a weak and barely warm cup of coffee. I muttered curses under my breath to the bimbo behind the counter and emptied the glass in the coffee shop's trash can, as if I was pouring the poor excuse over her head.
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| Glass - Bicchiere (Photo credit: funadium) |
With 7 more hours to kill, and sleep eluding despite the aching muscles, i wandered to spend some $$, a surefire way to replicate the rush a $2 glass of coffee could have easily managed. The salesperson at the memorabilia store recommended I take the express train and head north where I'd find a Starbucks. My hopes were raised, and I quickened my pace. Their vanilla latte was hardly passable by Starbucks' own standard, whether it be their cafes in New Jersey, New York city or Erie. Completely disillusioned by now, I switched to sipping ice cold water and orange juice.
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