There are coffee grounds in my iced Mocha.

I say nothing to the barista, practicing the manners I learned as a young boy, that politeness drummed into me over the years, with repetition after repetition: Elbows off the table. Don’t slurp your soup. Always use a spoon. Knife and fork, never with your fingers. Napkin on your lap.

COFFEE GROUNDS IN MY ICED MOCHA BY ERROL RUBENSTEIN 34THPARALLEL MAGA…

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