Yesterday morning I got up so early I had to go to three separate coffee shops before I found someone both open and willing to serve me a cup of coffee.
While I have nothing but good things to say about my favorite baristas (aka my personal messengers from God), when I knocked on the door and had one of them meet my eyes and then turn her back ... well that just hurts.
For future reference 'Bou opens at 6:30 on Saturdays.
From now on I'll no there is no point in going anywhere before 6:30 on a Saturday morning.
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I miss Caribou. Sigh. Before I was pregnant, I was having their coffee shipped to me monthly. It tastes good, but it was mostly for reasons of sentimentality/homesickness (there was one right across from the campus where I worked in Rochester, MI great for cold evenings, and Darin and I met IRL for the first time there, too). I have one of their mugs.
I've been through that.
You'd think, "coffee = early morning" right?" But never have I had a barista look me in the eye and deny me entrance when I am in need. That has gotta sting.