"Yes I do, thank you", I said to the clerk through gritted teeth and then turned and slunk out the door of my local S.bux gripping a bag of decaf espresso beans.
The monkey is off my back. Of course it's now dancing on my brain with its little monkey feet, squeezing my cranium in an iron grip with its little monkey paws.
Someone please tell me to stop this "first world problem" lament. Seriously.
I'm now caffeine free!