A lady rushed into The Beanhouse yesterday, all flustered and furrowed.
“This is one of those things that’s gonna seem funny in about an hour, but right now … oh, I’m so embarrassed.” She held up her hand. Her two middle fingers were STUCK inside one of these:
It came off just seconds later but, uhm, what I want to know is: What is the thought process here?
“My fingers are wedged in a spool of curling ribbon! To the coffeehouse — IMMEDIATELY!!” ???
Maybe she was wrapping a present while driving to the coffeehouse– no, wait, that’s not much better. If any.
She just knows that her local, friendly neighborhood Beanhouse is ready to help in a pinch! Lattes, mochas, chai, finger extraction. It’s all good!
I’m dying. that is so hilarious.
//Lattes, mochas, chai, finger extraction. //
hahahahaha
I guess coffee normally solves all of her problems, why would it stop now?