I tried, but they were so snowed under that first they tried to tell me I ordered wake-up tea, whatever the hell that is, because "misto" apparently sounds a lot like "wake-up tea" in Buckyworld, and I don't know why they call them mistos when they're friggin' cafe au laits everywhere else on the planet, and then, well, they brilliantly had a display of travel mugs out on the drive-through ledge when the wind was blowing 500 miles an hour, and I had to do the action hero slo-mo "Nooooooooooooo!" and dive half out the window to rescue one as it was falling, and I just got my damn cafe au lait and left. The barista actually offered me the tea on the house, but, well, tea.
I think I just figured out why my arms hurt, though.
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I tried, but they were so snowed under that first they tried to tell me I ordered wake-up tea, whatever the hell that is, because "misto" apparently sounds a lot like "wake-up tea" in Buckyworld, and I don't know why they call them mistos when they're friggin' cafe au laits everywhere else on the planet, and then, well, they brilliantly had a display of travel mugs out on the drive-through ledge when the wind was blowing 500 miles an hour, and I had to do the action hero slo-mo "Nooooooooooooo!" and dive half out the window to rescue one as it was falling, and I just got my damn cafe au lait and left. The barista actually offered me the tea on the house, but, well, tea.
I think I just figured out why my arms hurt, though.
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Is that Carol Danvers? (No clue what her current hero name is.)
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