The woman at the coffee house never understands, too much already rolling around in her head I suppose, waiting in line with the rest of the addicts looking for the afternoon fix to keep things moving, to keep the day moving along, waiting in line with minimum wagers behind the counter taking orders and giving attitude… “…could I have a small coffee in a large cup please?†and minimum wager with glassy eyes and furled brow wondering back at me about why I’m asking for things not on the wall, because if it’s not on the wall it doesn’t really exist, so “I’ll have to charge you for a large†she says and makes a face and waits for me to answer, holding up the line of addicts waiting for a fix…“I don’t want a large, I would like a small, in a large cup…â€â€œWell, the price of cream and sugar is part of the coffee†she says being overtly visibly frustrated and annoyed with the un-ending line of addicts piling up making her day more miserable by the second quite perturbed that someone has asked for something thats not on the wall, if only they just stuck to what was on the wall, I can make a half-caf skinny mocha whatever with foam because thats on the wall, but a small coffee in a large cup…“I don’t want cream†I reply, “or sugar. I would like a small coffee, in a container that is large-ish or larger than what you normally put a small coffee into, nothing more, just room, the coffee needs room, that’s all, I just need the room.â€Glassy eyed miserable minimum wager blinked and paused,… and thought about things for a minute, I watched the wheels turn in her head and could see that things were not going well for her at that very moment what with the line of addicts waiting for a fix, and so I gave up and ordered a large coffee, paid for the large coffee in a large cup and dumped out enough to leave me with a small coffee in a large cup, because the woman at the coffee shop just never understands.I just like the room…