Trip Equipped
Looking for an exit out of the tunnel of tiredness I order yet another cup of coffee at Costa. The barista sulkily taking my request and I immediately take it personally. I reply clumsily only making it more awkward. It’s possibly our third floundering interaction today but I’m never admitting that to myself. The level of awkward meaning there’s no hope I’m going to be brave enough to ask for the chocolate sugar rush I sorely need, deciding internally he’s gatekeeping me from having a nice day! I’d love to say I almost as quickly let go of the idea of holding a grudge when he prompted me my flight was already boarding although It felt more in a "care in the community" way rather than peacemaking. I mumble my thanks as I spot the coffee dribbling down my sleeve and coat probably only confirming his suspicions. Relief does however flood my body on contact with caffeine. Airports can be fun, mostly but only when coffee is involved. My journey to the stables has always been my p...
