Is it coincidence or conspiracy when the good folks at a certain caffeine dealer somehow manage to forget about you and your order, even when you’re standing there?
The first time: Haha. Aw, they must be busy.
The second time: Hmm. That’s annoying.
The third time: Wah, I’m invisible! ;_;
I’m working on theories. In at least two of the three instances, said “good folk” was male, so… perhaps I am not cute enough to warrant service? Or maybe it’s my fault for being so quiet and I need to practice maintaining loud conversation so my poor little cup isn’t forgotten in the line?
Or maybe I need to go somewhere else and/or kick the habit.