i've been coffee-ed

I’ve always prided myself on not having any cash on me and managing to survive quite fine. Of course living so close to school and never having to take the transit makes it all the more dandy, and I don’t have an annoying clunk of loose change weighing me down.
Hallelujah for debit cards. I am euphoric on the daring chances I take on living loose-change-free. Yeah I live life on the edge. This state of peace, of serenity if you must, was brought to an abrupt and painful death couple of days ago. Me and D were shamelessly checking out the new psychology first years, and amidst making eyes at the lil fellows we decided to get coffee.
Now for anyone who’s bought coffee at school, it’s a relatively simple process, select cup, fill coffee at those super fun looking dispensers that make you wish you could be a coffee dispensing person for the rest of your life, cos c’mon who doesn’t love pushing the button, and watching it pour out, knowing that you had the power to STOP THE FLOW ANYTIME…. Wow. ..and umm yea take it too nice friendly cashier lady who calls you ‘love” or “hun” if she’s feeling extra flirtatious, and pay for said coffee. See all went to plan, except for the paying for the coffee part.
Now Tim’s charges me a nice $1.30 or something for my caffeine rush.
This little stop run by big momma from the prairies, that I went to sells “free trade” coffee. That meaning that I the consumer had to pay the real price that poor starving farmers ought to get for their coffee, instead of paying less so that big corporations such as Tim Hortons could rip said farmers off, and send them spiralling into a deep mesh of poverty, while they watch Consumer Canada smack their lips on poorly traded inexpensive coffee. I know there’s an economic term or something for this, but I can’t remember. So this particular day, D coughed up the requisite 1.30 so I could get my coffee, and armed with my money I head over anticipating the joy at using the coffee machine. Only to find that the coffee was now $2. hmph. This isn’t generally a problem, I’m not that cheap that I can’t pay an extra 70 cents, except I didn’t have any on me. Nada. Zilch. And neither did D, she managed to fish out a quarter but that was it. So I’m thinking maybe I could wing it by telling the cashier I had no money and she would give m the coffee for $1.55 heh. So much for that
So me “ umm wow I had no idea coffee went up in price” frantically count money on palm. “ I just seem to have a $1.55” “…………..” awkward pause while I wait for her to say its fine. Her- “oh.”
And that was it, no “oh you poor thing you look like you really need that coffee, here let me give it to you for less, because you deserve it” just “oh” end of story.

D tells me I should stop trying to be so brown and expect favours, she isn’t my “aunty”after all. Ah boo. Free trade sucks.

Oh and also if anyone’s in Toronto next week, come check out the U of T drama festival, at the Hart House, we shall be treated to imitating, imagining, lights and music and later get gloriously drunk and have street fights. Ok so I don’t have a plan for after, but come meet us, we could always dig a hole and bury a time capsule at Queens Park. Meh, I’m just thinking.