I told the barista “enjoy your coffee” this morning. He just stared at me with the dead eyes of someone who’s been working since 4 AM. I panicked, didn’t correct myself, grabbed my cup and immediately walked straight into the glass door. Not a big dramatic crash — just a pathetic little thud. Then I slowly slid down the glass like a sad cartoon character.
The barista didn’t even move. Just watched me, blinking. I got up, said “thanks” like an idiot, and left with a bright red forehead.
The worst part? My coffee was already cold by the time I got to the office.
Told my boss what happened. He looked at the mark on my head, looked at his own coffee, and just said:
“Cold coffee and a concussion… you’re on the promotion track.”
We both laughed. Ugly, honest laugh. Sometimes you don’t need to be smooth. You just need to survive the cringe and keep going. 📉☕