The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Work was busy. So busy that I am just now tucking in to the dinner I ordered at 7:30pm. (Veggie chili baker from across the way; such nice people, to realise that not all people in the South can eat pig derivatives. To be fair, it's not just us; there are a ton of women in the neighborhood who wear the hijab....)  To all of you Atkins weirdies out there, I say, mmm, taters.

One of you just did a Gollum voice. I heard it. From here.

And now it's time fot the Airing of the Peeve (found it! Found a grievance!) ... should your daily travels take you to, say, a specialty coffee chain, please trust me to do my job and make your drink the way you, the Honored Customer, would like it made  Example:

"Ma'am, here's your decaf tall nonfat, no-whip white mocha."

"It's decaf, right? And with skim milk? And you took the whipped cream off it?"

I just said that! You have now forced me to unleash the winged monkeys! Eeeyaaagh!

End example.

In fact, end dinner, and end journal entry. I hope everybody's so drunk they can't tell chai from mocha... er, I mean the hero from the villain...