Warning: this is a tale of hubris and man-destroying arrogance that defies rationality and the gods. Do not attempt at home.
I’ve got a pharmacy that can fill up Not Always Working for about a month, and their latest trick is “Our machines are randomly disappearing people’s prescriptions.” I was hoping for a nice long break from it…
…until I had to go to the doctor and ask, “Hey, Doc, why am I suddenly producing snot unlike anything this world has ever seen and not waking up until 2:00 pm?”
I was not really surprised to hear that I had a sinus infection. My sinuses, for reasons I will never know, sweep up various bacteria and viruses and just play host to them for months. I’m not working due to disability, so it’s not really an issue beyond annoying me — I’m not leaving coworkers in the lurch or anything — so off I trundled to find some caffeine while I waited for the pharmacy to receive the prescription.
Normally, I would go to [Coffee Chain] because, well, a blast of sugar and coffee wrapped in caramel sauce will actually wake you up pretty well before the heart attack kicks in. But alas, my PCOS — a condition that affects, among other things, how well I process sugars and insulin — was acting up, so sugary drinks are off-limits for a few months.
“Hmm,” I thought to myself. “There’s a [Fast Food Restaurant] right over there, and they have [Restaurant] Cafe drinks.”
So, what the heck? They’ll sell you bunless burgers on shredded lettuce anyway, and even if they don’t have sugar-free coffee, eating something will help. I mosied on over there and approached the cashier — who looked about seven — to ask my questions.
Me: “Can your [Restaurant] Cafe coffees be sugar-free? Preferably a caramel one?”
Kid: “Uh… yes? Only French Vanilla, though.”
Me: “At this point, if it has caffeine, I will ingest it via IV. You just go ahead and give me what you’ve got.”
Kid: “What size?”
Here, I made a crucial mistake.
Me: “Eh… medium? No ice, please.”
Now, I had no idea how [Restaurant] drink sizes worked because I almost never eat there, so I was thinking of a size something like a tall glass. And ice usually just dilutes things, which I wasn’t in the mood for.
I ordered some food and then went and sat down, they provided me with beef, and I devoured my food like a feral Neanderthal.
Kid: “Here’s your coffee.”
The skies opened. The angels sang.
I am pretty sure this kid gave me an entire bucket of coffee, in a cup that looked comically large.
I asked no questions. I did not mention that they had clearly stolen this cup from an alternate reality. I politely thanked them and sat back down to drink the nectar of the gods.
Half an hour later, the stomach cramps hit.
Two days later, I am in much less agony and have avoided a heart attack. I regret nothing.