getting my usual iced latte at any coffee shop is always a toss up, regardless of where i go. about 1/10 times i end up being handed a hot cup instead. i know this means i've yet again met the fate of having to wait 15 mins to drink it, and then having to chug before it gets to that unpleasant lukewarm stage soon afterwards. i know...the horror! how will i ever survive? regardless of how internally disappointed i feel, i always end up just kindly smiling and thanking the barista, and go on with my day. it just takes too much effort to have them remake it and im afraid they'll hate me or something, idek.
this almost always happens on the days where i have had a particularly rough start to my day, and am feeling tired and rushed. maybe its me forgetting to mention that i wanted it iced, or maybe its the universe humbling me for being such a whiny little bitch about having a mildly unpleasant morning.
as nothing stops the heat of the cup from transferring directly into every nerve in my palm, the sting in my hand reminds me that i should probably work on the fact that i hate how i cant control the outcome of every single day of my life, and i should try and go with the flow for once.
there's a lesson to be learned in not getting whatever the fuck you want, i guess.