The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Jack Kerouac
This would make me flat-out panic. I go to a place that sells sandwiches and they ask me all these questions like white or wheat... turkey or ham... american or swiss... honey mustard or mayonnaise. I mean, honestly? I just want a sandwich! And since I value coffee so much more than sandwiches, I would not be able to go through all this.
ReplyDeleteha ha. Perhaps these places can also have a reversal effect, leading its customers to an identity crisis. Maybe that's why they invented the latte: steamed milk and foam. No decisions. No verdicts.
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