Here’s my “black coffee” this morning.
Double infuriating: everytime I tell people that “baristas” and coffee people can’t comprehend the concept of black coffee, I get back talk. Here’s the first coffee I’ve ordered in 10 years because of this persistent problem, guess what, they lived up to the complaint… they can’t formulate the concept of black coffee in their own mind.
Looks like hot water with a brown crayon in it.
You talking about the cup or the car?
Trying to ignore what’s going on with the car. Echt.
Let’s not overlook the spots of curdled spoiled cream on top
There is no curdled spoiled cream, I think you’re either having a very bad day and looking for things to complain about, or you have a victim complex.
“You can’t even order black coffee anymore” is a common Conservative fantasy. OP definitely has a victim complex.
Tbf, I do see tiny white specs on that coffee if you look at high res of that photo. It’s the kind of thing you see a lot at poor quality coffee places though I usually drink it anyway for the caffeine addiction.
It’s not a black coffee, and they’re spoiled curdled cream on it
Literally every time I talk about the black coffee problem, assholes show up to deny
You’re actually advancing the idea that I’m creating problems here? I ordered a fucking black coffee and I got a cream coffee with curdled cream on it
Honest to God there’s something wrong with your brain
You bring up a generic boomer fantasy that doesn’t happen in the real world, using conservative boomer verbaige when you complain about it and people point out that it sounds fake? Say it isn’t so!
I hope that this mild inconvenience is the worst thing that happens to you this week, and I’m sorry that you subjected yourself to anything that comes out of a McDonalds
If everyone you interact with is an asshole, there’s a pretty strong case to be made that they’re not the problem.
Reminds me of the joke about the old lady that called her husband. “Be careful, I just saw on the news that some idiot is going the wrong way on the freeway!” Husband: “It’s not just one, there’s hundreds of 'em!”
With that in mind, that might not actually be cream.