it's my special day! no, not THAT special day; that happened when I was thirteen.

Today was my special day at Oren's, which means that after purchasing twelve coffee beverages over some punch-card-weathering period of time, I finally get my thirteenth beverage free! So, of course, I ordered the most expensive beverage on the menu, a great big iced mocha.

When I first ordered it, the guy behind the counter (who probably makes 1.5 large iced mochas an hour in current coffee-shop exchange rates) may have been thinking I was yet another yuppie white girl who orders $4.75 coffee beverages, but when I surrendered my disintegrating punch card, I think he saw me for the system-gamer I really am.

Incidentally, I think it's kind of funny that, even though there are people for whom I would happily buy a coffee beverage for the slightest of reasons (my friend is broke or got broken up with; I'm on a date and it's my turn; my Mom is nice), I would NEVER give anyone my punch card. I don't care that its cash value is under five dollars, that fucker is MINE. I EARNED it. Through capitalism. Shut up.