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good morning!
oh, hey, how are ya.
enjoying some "intangible" coffee?
heh. not sure "enjoying" is the word...
and we know intangible isn't. least it's free, though, huh?
exactly. speaking of mangling the english language, i've got that alanis morissette song stuck in my head - ten thousand forks, when all i need is a coffee stirrer.
my, that is ironic. there must be something useful in here. let's see, a little pile of mustard and soy sauce packets, whoo! a box of fancy hot chocolate--
empty, i checked. can i tempt you with some swill?
thought you'd never ask. ok, what else is in here? some brown wasabi, a sugar cookie tin with - oh, sounds like just crumbs - a torn pouch of herbal tea, a cigarette lighter, a lifetime supply of sweet n' low, and, indeed, under the chinese menus, a full box of plastic forks. two stirring forks, coming right up.
there's something depressing about stirring powdered creamer into a paper cup of industrial coffee with a plastic fork.
could be worse. could be stirring with the mustard packs, i guess. ah, well. cheers. happy new year.
yeah. happy new year. cheers.