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Yesterday, approximately six post meridian.

After travelling for several hours it was time for a potty break along with some coffee oriented refreshments. The travel centre/rest area on the PA turnpike had its bathrooms closed! Sign points to back of building… where there is a potty trailer! Yes, a tractor trailer like trailer filled with toilets! That was… disgusting, though not quite as disgusting as porta-potties.

Starbucks… their espresso machine was broken, which seems to be a rather conflicting sort of problem with a place that specializes in such products. To add further insanity, they also didn’t have any ICE and as such couldn’t make any cold beverages. They could only sell over-priced coffee and tea. So I ordered a chai, to which the bimbo said they couldn’t make. I point at the box of tazo chai and in disbelief say that you don’t need an espresso maker or ice to make Chai. It was the most degenerate chai I’ve ever had in my life — basically a cup of overly hot water and two tea bags thrown in, for four dollars. They could have at least added milk to it — even if it wasn’t steamed milk.

You know, if I weren’t a fairly socialized and generally normal sort of person, I’d probably hit up on the violence and thrown the cup of overly hot water on the girl. It wasn’t until about nine post meridian that it was actually cool enough to drink without scalding lips, tongue, and throat.