At the Tim Hortons branch I religiously visit whenever I feel down and want to grab a cup of coffee and imagine a cigarette in my hand after a painful quitting, a woman I consider strange for a strange reason because she too religiously visits whenever she feels down and wants to grab a cup of coffee imagining a bee around her. She had a lot of facial expressions, gestures, and combinations of both, so I thought she was an actress. All walks of life come in here, because although I happened to run into this woman many times, all Tim Hortons goers stepped into the same experience, but experienced it differently.
I’ve always ordered black coffee wherever I went, but as I decided to reside here in Canada, my tendencies changed so my last order was the pumpkin spice which I’m sure had a perfect taste if the worker didn’t exaggerate with the sugar that he added. I imagined it was out of love, so I got over it. Then I thought that he would have killed me if I had diabetes, but I’m not there yet so I got over it. But then what if he did this next time I order and I catch diabetes, then the effort I’d make to just notify the guy would have taken me a lot of energy, so I got over it. But not over Tim Hortons, seriously…I love the place, after all, they serve many layers of sweetness there and the best coffee up North!
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