Room for cream

I drink my coffee black.  Almost exclusively.  The only time I add cream is when the coffee tastes bad, but I still need caffeine.

Today, at my girlfriend’s request, I ordered an “iced cinnamon coffee” at a particular pastry shop.  The server asked if I needed “room for creme.”  Since my girlfriend also takes her coffee black, I said no.

The beverage we received was closer in color to creme than it was to coffee.  Apparently, at this establishment, iced cinnamon coffee consists of ice, cinamon, coffee, and a large portion of milk.

Then why was I asked if I needed room for creme?  

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What is your time worth?

This morning I stopped at a gas station to fill up my tank and found that the gas pump would not allow me to buy the grade of gas that I wanted. I was forced to pump gas that was 10 cents more expensive.

I have a mild fixation on gas prices, so my first reaction was to reset the pump and try my transaction again. No go — only the more expensive gas was available.

Fine, I said to myself, I’ll just buy a few gallons here, and fill up the rest of my tank later, at a station that will allow me to buy cheaper gas.

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Zeitgeist Moments

Lately, I’ve had a few strange moments where a particular topic pops up in the media or in my private life, multiple times, seemingly out of nowhere. 

First, a few months ago, the Hollywood Blacklist popped up.  I had heard various mentions in the media, probably due to an anniversary of some historical event.  Then, on a drive home through the desert, my girlfriend and I stopped at a random pizza place that had old photos hanging on the wall.  The movie title on a photographed marquee lead to a Google search, which lead to a blacklisted actor I had never heard of before.  Kinda spooky.  Definitely Lynchian.

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Public Transportation

Recently I was riding the LA subway. At one stop, a young mother gets on with a toddler who is holding a dripping, messy popsicle. I groan to myself as I see this apparently irresponsible, self-involved parent allow her child to soil a public transportation system that is already questionable at best. What did she think was going to happen? A frozen dessert inside a warm, SoCal subway? Given to a child who can barely hold it upright? How long before it falls off the stick altogether?

But then the mother appears to notice what is happening. At the next stop she darts out of the train, still holding her child in her arms, and darts back in without the popsicle.

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Strange Procession

Walking down a downtown sidewalk, I encounter a suited photographer walking backwards, followed by a newly married couple. 

Who are followed, a few steps later, by a groomsman and bridesmaid, each walking with their faces tilted towards their smartphones.

And just a few feet later, another couple from the wedding party, each sucking on a vapor pipe.

I want to tell them they are being too on-the-nose.

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