Bubble tea overstimulation

Do you know the feeling of needing to grab a cup of something hot without any problems accompanying it? I know the feeling, but not how it feels when you manage to do so.

I was walking out of class when suddenly, it started raining. I ain´t made of sugar, but after the rain gained the intensity of a shower, I needed shelter. I stumbled into a Campus Centre Building, a huge building in the centre of De Montfort University Campus made for students socialising, and my eyes fell on a bubble tea booth. Why not treat myself for a change, I thought to myself. I pictured an aesthetic afternoon with rain drumming on the street with a hot bubble tea in my hand, relaxing on a sofa with my computer. However, that was before I went to order.

Capitalism can be nice, especially when you feel like going through all the options, but on that rainy afternoon, I craved simplicity. When I touched the ordering screen, I was hit with a ton of options. It took me a while to figure out the drink I wanted, but I happily put it in the basket afterwards. BOOM! I was hit with yet another ton of options. Do I want skimmed milk? How much sugar? 50% or 70% of ice? Regular cup? Whipped cream? I cared about one thing only: for my drink to be hot. Guess what? The hot option was sold out.

Never mind, I thought to myself. I will simply pick another drink that would have a hot option. But ALL the drinks had their hot version sold out. At this point, I was annoyed and wanted my drink, so I rushed through all the ice, sugar and milk details. Out of spite, I wrote to my order my name is Sam. I paid six pounds for this average cup of tea with milk and waited.

When I finally got it, I was getting ready to watch the rain that forced me to buy that overpriced, stressful drink in the first place and wait out the downpour. Guess what. It stopped raining.

Love,

Book and Tea Girl