There's a coffee joint in the building I work at (Tim Horton's) and I stop by a couple times a day. One of the attendants is an Oracle. The Matrix kind, the Delphi kind, pretty generic Oracle. Her specialty is guessing what is your order going to be. She is very proactive and enthusiastic in that. Nice lady, she is. Always having that ever knowing smile when she guesses the order right.
There's been a friction this morning. It's not her, it's me. I keep changing my orders, oscillating the orbit of x-large peppermint tea, large black coffee, steeped tea and occasionally large double double (cream and sugar) coffee. With no apparent pattern in my choices whatsoever. My order of medium coffee AND sour cream glazed donut turned her into tailspin today. She was clearly not ready for it. Being a soldier she is, she filled my order and gave me my change back. While finishing the transaction, she looked at me with utter disbelief and asked: "Are you sure this is for you?".
Another person's day and possibly dreams shattered...
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