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Earlier this evening, I thought I had time to kill before heading over to a small gathering of friends who went to elementary school with me, so I headed into Starbucks (yes, the horror).

The woman at the counter insisted that I buy some chocolate frappuccino, but I said that I just want plain coffee (with nothing other than coffee inside). I didn’t finish my cup of coffee when I realized that I had to dump the unfinished cup of coffee into the trash can (yes, I actually dumped my own garbage into the garbage can, and didn’t depend on the employees there to come pick up my mess behind me).

After spending an amazing evening with friends whom I haven’t seen in nearly 12 years, I walked over to my car, only to see that someone had dumped some chocolate frappuccino (obviously from Starbucks) onto the side of my car. This got on my nerves, especially knowing that my car was parked just across from the presumed security guard who is meant to watch over the parking lot.

I wiped the gunk off the side of my car with some tissue (and didn’t throw the tissue on the floor or on anyone else’s car) and drove off.

Must be some sort of karma for saying no to that Starbucks frappuccino in the first place.

*sigh*