The other day, I stopped at my local coffeeshop for coffee and a bagel (french toast with pumpkin spice cream cheese, awesome!). Unfortunately, after I had prepped the coffee and all, I found out that their credit card machine was down. I hardly ever carry cash, so I was kinda up a creek. Fortunately, the guys there recognized me and offered to let me pay the next day. Which I did, and gave them a stonkin’ big tip for their trouble.

That night, I got myself a caramel macchiato from Starbucks. To get there, I have to drive past the local shop, thus evincing a great deal of guilt. Of course, if the local one was open in the evenings, then I probably wouldn’t go to Starbucks.

At least not as often.