When I left, I was just starting to come down, and coming down from uppers is probably the worst thing anyone can experience: all of your body except your heart and your brain is ready to go to sleep. It’s better if you have benzos on hand, but they were hard to come by…

Once more, she hands you the wrong order; this time, the iced vanilla latte is a small and your bagel hasn’t been toasted. You flag her down and ask her to correct it. She apologizes, and two minutes later, you leave Carol’s Coffee Shop, shaking the ice around your drink, listening to the cubes bob up and down. But the latte tastes watery, and your bagel is a smidge burnt.