This morning, I drove by one of the coffee shops where I frequently study. And I find: "Caribou Coffee is closed."
By my count, that’s 2 coffee shops I’ve frequented that closed down this direction: The Conveyor & Caribou Coffee.
A coffee-stained tear is tracing it’s way down my face… 🙂
I’m so sorry, Tim! Personally, I don’t see losing Caribou as a loss, but that’s a matter of taste. When you get a hankering for a real cup of coffee let me know. My treat!
Youch! I sense a little Coffee snobbery fighting comin’ on!
I wonder though, if the coffee shops you frequent close…what does that mean?
It’s called survival of the fittest! Life is definitely a Grind!
I beg you…Please stop going to It’s A Gring…PLEASE!!!
Jeff — Ouch!
Ben — Ouch!
Jim — Ouch!
Michael — Ouch!
All — Where’s the (coffee) love? 🙂
Oh trust me – no crying here. Not. A. Single. Tear.
🙂