It’s early.
I’m **slightly** sleep deprived and giddy.
I need coffee.
I confuse easily.
But somehow by the time I got through the Tim Hortons line, my recycle mug had been refused, my coffee was in a cardboard cup inside another cardboard cup for Roll Up the Rim.
Seriously, what on earth just happened? And how is this really a thing?
Windy Wonderings 
There’s some kind of monopolistic arrogance that Tim Hortons seems to manifest periodically. They are an iconic Canadian entity. Hey wait are they Canadian or American?
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