The second woman really sent me over the edge.  A well-dressed, extremely put-together woman in her late 20’s, maybe early 30’s in a Lexus, while sitting at a traffic light, just flung open her door and hocked one right on the concrete.  It wasn’t even discreet or ladylike in any fashion.  I thought maybe she’d found something floating in her coffee or something, but even then, crack the door, be discreet, or hell! Spit it back in the cup and get a fresh one when you get to work.  Don’t make me have to watch it!  It made me thankful my mom instilled manners in me at an early age.  Gah.

Speaking of coffee, remember when I talked about Food Processes?  Well, coffee is one of my “processes”.  I’m completely retentive about my coffee and I own that. I go to Einstein’s this morning for my usual cup o’ joe and they were not only out of all the creamers (2%, skim, half-n-half, etc.), but they only had a dribble of my usual coffee left in the urn and it was burned.  So I ask, “Do you have any Vanilla Hazelnut brewing?” The cashier lady, whom I’ve secretly dubbed Horse Tooth, reaches out her hoof to grab my cup and fill it from the semi-brewed pot behind the counter.  I kind of…pull back and say, “Oh, no…that’s ok. I can wait, thank you. (insert sweet smile here) I have kind of a …process.”

I stood around for a while and then Horse Tooth nays, “Excuse me! Lady with ‘the process’!!!!” Nice, huh? I go over there and she snatches my cup and runs to fill it up. I realize she was trying to be nice, but dammit, I said I’d wait!  She comes back with a totally full cup and then not two seconds later, they bring the urn out to the coffee bar so I could have filled it myself. I tried to “build my cup” properly, given the cup she’d filled for me, but it just wasn’t right. I had to dump it and start again.  She’s messed with my process.

You don’t screw with the process.