Melissa's Place

Saturday Morning Coffee

I decided to treat Mark to a coffee today. So I drove down the road to the local Tim Hortons to get him one. It was surprisingly full for 9 a.m. on a Saturday (or at least, it surprised me). And when I finally got to the counter, I handed the girl two loonies and received my change. I glanced down at my palm to count it and wondered if the gentleman who'd held the door for me on my way out knew I was counting the change. I wondered if that seemed too suspicious for Burlington. I got back into the car and wondered, as I started it up and backed out of the parking spot, whether I could run another errand before going home. I was well out of the parking lot when I was deciding that it kind of depended on the temperature of the coffee and whether it could hold its heat for a few more minutes.

That's when I glanced down at the cup holder and realized I hadn't actually taken the coffee.