I was at Starbuck's today and someone didn't want the Mocha that had been prepared for her. Evidently, the order had been taken improperly. The woman didn't even want this poor Mocha even after her order had been corrected. "You can have this one, too," the clerk offered. "No," the woman replied forcefully, picking up her new coffee and making her way to the door.
So, this Mocha was just sitting there, all by itself. When my coffees were ready, I asked meekly, "So, are you just going to throw that Mocha away?"
The clerk eyed me with marked irritation and replied in a disdainful tone, "You can have it, if you want it."
"Okay," I heartily agreed (without a hint of hesitation, I might add!) "I'll take it." I tried to ignore the fact that I felt vaguely like a beggar. After all, it was just going to be thrown out ... and it was perfectly good.
So, here it is, hours later, and I'm sipping it. It tastes great. Cold and all!