Of Spilled Coffees and Closed Banks

I woke up against my will to go to the bank the other day only to find out the bank was closed. On my way back, I decided to get a hot mocha to go. You can count on me to spill steaming hot mocha on my white tshirt just enough to burn my chest and expose my bra to the general public in broad daylight. You’d think something like that would embarrass me, but no. Instead I skipped a turn and walked through a garbage filled area. By the time I got home, I smelled of coffee and garbage.How in all these movies and TV series and advertisements, these people get their coffee to go and they look all cute and classy sipping on it while walking. Why has the world been lying to me? Why?
So I’ve been on a hot mocha drinking spree because it’s mocha and it’s winter. I compared the mocha at DiBella, Coffee Day and Starbucks price-wise and quality-wise aaand quantity-wise. Yes, I’ve been told I should get a life. Anyway, I did some quick mocha math (mochamatics, if you will) and I’ve come to the conclusion that Tapri wali coffee has the most “value for money and yummy in my tummy” hot mocha. Once again, you’re all welcome!