My prayers were answered. The coffee gods took my tithe in the hands of an angel. The angel swooped down upon the local temple of Tim Horton’s. A mighty transaction was made! Then the angel faced perilous snow ridden roads to journey back through the land of Romulus Michigan to hand me this glorious cup! The scent of deliciousness wafted off of the majestic cardboard chalice, proclaiming that it was indeed a Mocha Latte.
The longest description of my co-worker getting me coffee.