Of course I got the large To-Go cup of coffee at the Waffle House. Of course the lid didn't quite fit. Of course I told myself, "It'll be ok."
It. Was. Not. Ok.
I had one sip, and it was ok. Sure.
Getting on to I-16 into Savannah to see my friend Jonathan, I glanced back down at it, just to check: there had been something under the cup when it settled in, tipping sideways. Both cup holders connected in the middle, were full of coffee (with cream), sloshing back and forth. Mmmm. Coffee. And coffee smell for eternity....
Now I have rescue coffee from the Foxy Loxy. Thank goodness.
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