Saturday mid-afternoon Mr. Jenny went to get us lattes from our favorite coffee place.
I told him decaf.
He told the barista decaf.
I drank my decaf.
It was good.
Only, here's the thing.
About 11:00 pm I wondered why I couldn't sleep.
About 12:07 am I was starting to get annoyed.
About 2:29 am I realized that I was going to have to kill the barista.
And not in a nice way.
So my question to you is this. If I need a character witness, or twenty, will you be willing to stand up for me and say it was Justifiable Homicide?
The definition of this non-crime, crime is: a killing without evil or criminal intent, for which there can be no blame.
And killing the barista under these circumstances is certainly understandable and I would not be blamed.
Please e-mail me your address and social security and credit card numbers and all that stuff so the court knows where to contact you.
Credit card number?
Oh, sorry. I just assumed you would want to contribute to my legal defense.
PS. The lovely, talented and famous illustrator and artist sublime Julie Schuler sent me this kinda/sorta scary ad for Sanka coffee. Check it out. Definitely some dark marketing. But check out the link to her book Ludmilla while you're there AND her Etsy shop. Julie is ridiculously talented. And, I suspect, she can probably drink all the caffeine she wants!