the last seven to eight cups of coffee i have gotten 'to-go' at bongo have leaked.
the first two to three times i thought it was me.
now i have begun to have a personal vendetta.
i look at the little drip marks on my pants and keyboard from my leaky coffee cup.
if this is an actual worry in my day, i probably lead an easy life.
i guess.
or maybe it's the sleep deprivation blowing this out of proportion.
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