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Tim Hortons coffee and I are best friends. And it all started when the power went out.

September 19, 2016 by Mona Andrei 3 Comments

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Well hello again, awesome readers!

The French have this great expression:

Un petit bonheur

It means holy crap I can’t believe this moment of goodness just happened to ME.

These moments probably happen more often than we realize. We just need to learn to pay attention. (Okay. Gandhi moment over.)

My most recent “petit bonheur” went like this …

It was a Sunday morning – LAST Sunday to be precise – and my wake-up routine started like any other day.

Wake up.

Open my eyes and realize there’s a nest of hair over my eyes.

Stumble downstairs.

Fumble with the coffee machine to give my caffeine fix a head start.

Take the dogs outside so that they can do their business. (I’m not sure why we’ve renamed “pooping” to “business” but who am I to question this?)

On any other day I walk back in the house and there’s a delicious pot of hot coffee waiting for me.

But on this particular Sunday something went terribly wrong. Between the moment I pressed the “hurry up and brew NOW” button and walked outside with the dogs, my house decided to be an asshole. Also known as the power went out. (Great timing, house.)

Suddenly this was no ordinary morning. I mean NO COFFEE, Y’ALL.

So I did what any other sane person would do. I packed up my dogs and laptop and off we went in search of the nearest Tim Hortons. In my case, 30 minutes away from my coffee machine.

The drive went well.

The dogs were excited (because ROAD TRIP).

I was excited (because TIMS COFFEE).

And the good thing about THIS road trip is that we didn’t need a map – in spite of the pre-caffeinated state of the morning. Well, mine. The dogs don’t enjoy coffee as much as I do. Actually, they’re on a strict no-coffee diet because caffeine is toxic to dogs. That means no chocolate either. Yup, sucks to be them.

Enough rambling. Back to our story.

Finally (pronounced: FINE-A-LEEE) we arrived at the nearest Tims where the drive-through line-up of cars lasted for eight miles. Or possibly just three cars ahead of me. I’m sure you can relate. I was truly suffering by this time. And walking into the Tims and ordering at the counter was not an option. I was still in my pajamas, y’all. Let’s keep things in perspective.

Another “finally” moment occurred when I pulled up to the take-out window and a mysterious, gender-neutral arm passed through to hand me my first coffee of the day. The moment was so full of anticipation that it was like fairies and sparkly things were floating all around me.

Naturally (or possibly OF COURSE) I immediately flipped back the little plastic tab thingy and took a sip. Which I enjoyed tremendously and would have enjoyed even more if the car behind me hadn’t BEEPED HIS FREAKING HORN. Some people are just impatient.

There’s something about those first few sips of coffee in the morning that should never be disturbed. (Just saying, Mr. IMPATIENT.)

I took another quick sip (regardless of the glare I got when looking through my rearview mirror) and pulled into a parking spot.

In a moment of coffee-inspired gratitude, I posted this pic on Twitter.

Because this is what we do in this millennium when we’re grateful for something: we share it with the world. And the world cares.
Because this is what we do in this millennium when we’re grateful for something: we share it with the world. And the world cares.

Low and behold, @TimHortons reached out and offered me a gift card to make up for all my suffering that morning – even though said suffering was not their fault.

And that’s how Tim Hortons coffee and I became best friends.

Although I’m pretty sure we were best friends before my house lost power.

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Filed Under: Hamster Ramblings, Non-travelling Adventures, Pretending to be a grown-up, Random Tagged With: #coffee, #Tim hortons

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  1. AlexandraFunFit says

    September 19, 2016 at 9:59 pm

    The honking person behind you was actually trying to say, “Dang, you look sexy in those jammies.”

    Reply
  2. Haralee says

    September 19, 2016 at 10:57 pm

    Tim really loves you ! You lucky woman. That is LUCKEEE!

    Reply
  3. Claire says

    September 20, 2016 at 3:31 pm

    I don’t even like coffee and Tim Hortons is my best Canadian friend. Given that I lived in Vancouver for nearly three years, that’s slightly mean to all the amazing Canadians I met there… but to be honest, I think they’d understand.

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