Meniscus

So I'm in Wawa getting my wife her morning cup of Joe, and, as always, I pour the French Vanilla and English Toffee mix so high that the foam is about an inch higher than the lid of the cup, thus filling the refillable mug to its max. And, as usual, the clerk at the register (the one who can always be counted on to give you a cheery "Hi there, how ya doin?" and "Have a great day!" at 6am) looks at me like I'm abusing the system.

"This is not an act of gluttony", I smartly reply. "This is an act of love....it's for my wife."

Situation diffused, I am rung up and out the door with my wife's legal drug addiction.

It's just that the look, that same look I get every time....it gets old.

So, I'm thinking next time I go in, and I get that look......instead of engaging in the same old light-hearted banter, I just run out the door with the coffee as fast as I can - without paying or saying anything.

Cuz I've just had enough of that look.

Ya know?