There is a coffee shop in Canada called Tim Horton’s (Tim’s for short) that is ubiquitous with hockey families. Often, you will find a Tim’s near a rink, especially older arenas. Actually, there are Tim’s everywhere in the city, including near schools, churches and on every street corner.
I’m currently sitting in such a Tim’s on this snowy, Sunday night.
I don’t really want to be here, but there is a high school across the street where my 12yo has off-season baseball practice till 9pm(ish).
Last Sunday I sat in the gym on the very uncomfortable bleachers for two hours.
I decided the Tim’s would be a bit more comfortable tonight. I even managed to score a half-decent, somewhat comfortable chair to sit in.
The coffee in this place is…slosh. I mean, I drink it, it’s ok, but I know decent coffee when I taste it and Tim’s is…slosh. Trust me on this. 😀
Anyway, I’m drinking decaf tea. I forgot to ask for milk but I actually like the taste without, as it turns out, so no harm done.
Before we left for practice I was watching No Country for Old Men. Woody Harrelson’s character was, um, discussing things with the psycho murderer… And then something happened (no spoilers, don’t worry) and I had to leave.
It’s kind of an interesting movie, albeit quite brutal, but then I used to be a Walking Dead gal so bring it on…
May have to pull up that movie another time when I’m not running around chauffeuring kids so I can watch the entire thing.
Anyway… I was going to bitch about Tim’s. 😀 Not the shop, but the patrons. Because – every freaking time I go to Tim’s, the customer ahead of me places a enormous order which flusters the cashier and there is always a debate about sold-out donuts and, and, and…
Why do these things always happen to me? I stand in line 12 minutes to place a 15 second order for a hot beverage…
So of course this happened tonight, as well. Guy finally took his 17 bags full of crappy pastries and a tray of slosh and left. Ugh.
But as the picture shows you above, I did get my tea and I’m sitting here killing time for 2 hours.
Except, these two old Italian men came over to asked if they can join me. 😛 Don’t worry, nothing illicit going on. They are less interested in me than they were of the chairs. 😉
Added note: guy next to me asked me if his buddies could join him. They are old, obese, and want to be comfortable. I am no longer sitting in the comfy chair. (I offered to leave.) 😐
Bonus: they don’t know that I took their picture and hurled them into the internet. 😂