saving the day, one latte at a time
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2013.11.07
When we sat down for breakfast, we realized that we'd both failed to make coffee. So I suggested a latte for Mari from the espresso machine we'd bought with points from our pointless Aeroplan. Mari commented that she'd been so happy with it that it had "made her day".
W'hoo, I can coast for the rest of the day.