I Have A Drinking Problem, part xx

I woke up tired this morning. So I decided to get some extra coffee (normally I just have my one cup on the way in and that's that). I walked across the street to the parking center coffee stand. He actually has decent coffee.

While I was pulling out my wallet I managed to brush the coffee spigot with my arm and got a nice coffee stain on my white button-down shirt. The kiosk guy was apologetic, but it wasn't his fault. I dabbed at it with a wet towel and got rid of it.

And promptly dribbled coffee from my cup down my front. It's just not my day.

What I'm reading: Michael Ruhlman, The Soul of a Chef