did this begin as a boycott against those god forsaken domed lids? yes.
did I accidentally find a quiet act of rebellion against the coffee industry and in the process found a unique sense of grounding as you balance the fullness of the cup with the possibility of spilling if you’re walking around? also yes.
I’m a barista so often my coffee drinking experience is Chugging some Iced Bullshit Behind the Espresso Machine Mid-Shift. therefore, when I get to make my first coffee of the day a peaceful little ritual? Wow oh wow… and now that the trees lining my block are popping the hell off wow it feels amazing
