"I politely coughed, to alert the baristas to my impatience, and they didn’t even look up. It pierced me to my core."
You know, I’ve tried to be sympathetic. I really have.
There’s both a short and a long way to share my tale and the lessons it imparted on me. The short way is as follows: why go to Van Pelt with a pound of weed in your bag? Go home and smoke your weed.