Mickey D’s Coffee

I got asked how many creams I wanted in my coffee at a Mickey D’s in L.A. near a Dick’s sporting goods.

I said, “six.” In New York all I gotta say is light and they know what’s up. It’s not like that anywhere else.

This lady comes back, “six?!?”

Started to second guess myself, but held my ground, “Yah six.”

This was at the tail end of a cross country road trip with only quick pit stops, where outside of Texas I learned nobody knows how to make coffee in this country.

I was ready to fight for a good cup of coffee.

I waited through a huge pause like she had to confer with someone and then after people behind me started honking she said, “okay, fine, pull forward.”

I expected there to be an argument when I got to window. The manager would lean out and warn me, “you don’t want six creams bro. Try two. Two is good.”

“Instead, I paid, got my coffee and made it to Venice Beach.



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I am an army vet, husband, and father of twins, I am currently working on my next publication, a collection of military fiction, and next year will be publishing an apocalyptic science fiction novel. My urban noir novel, "Compounded Interest," can be purchased on Amazon. I host a podcast on creativity called Origin: Stories on Creativity and co-host the soon-to-be-released show on speculative fiction called Mirage with fantasy author R. Emma Hardcastle. My youtube channel is: The Origin podcast feed is: For updates on "Mirage" and future publications follow me on twitter: @bryaiello More of my short fiction can be found at: My amazon author page is:

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