$4.01. That’s how much Bucks County Coffee charges for a regular coffee and a chocolate croissant. Four-oh-freaking-one.
Every time the cashier dumps a pile of change so big that only Rainman knows if it amounts to 99c in my hands I want to leap over the counter and snap some necks. Instead, I just glare at her, further poisoning my relationship with everyone in that god-forsaken store.
It takes a special kind of arrogance to charge anyone $4.01 for a basic combination like that. The same kind of arrogance it takes to serve up scorched coffee and stale croissants.
I Bucking hate that place. So why do I keep going?
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