Excuse me, I said as I took the stirry-thing.
The thirty-something man in the green parka paused looking at me for a good ten seconds [which, count out a ten-second-silent stare. It's long] and then responded: It's fine. I guess. And walked away.
It could be argued that green parka-ed individual was also in a similar foggy caffeine-deprived haze and therefore cannot be held responsible for the aforementioned response but it really made me think as my excuse me was not truly a heart-felt request for sincere excusement but more an instinctual response one gives in polite society during moments like this. Instead, he heard my excuse me and then paused to contemplate whether he would in fact, excuse me. It's not like I accidentally stumbled over his cherished pet koala bear or cut in line with five of my closest friends. We reached for the same jar at the same time. A likely common occurrence in the land of coffee shops and stirry-things and certainly nothing that merited a carefully considered offering of forgiveness but instead a quick response along the lines of It's all good or No worries or oh no! excuse me!
And yes, its entirely possible that this post is not actually a post about excuse-me-etiquette but more a cautionary tale of the moments right before a caffeine-induced giddy high transforms into a total-full-on-caffeine-crash resulting in
In other words, I'll be sticking to chai.