It was much more cheerful when I opened the cup. But then I ran around like a mad woman looking for my damn camera and my coffee was all "Hey! You mind? I can only hold this smile for so long. My face is starting to hurt. I couldn't argue, so I hurried. He's still smiling, but it's more of a "bitch, hurry and take the damn picture" kind of smile. Again, I don't blame him. It was a bit early to be chipper and he was going out of his way... especially since his next stop was my stomach.
What a nice guy, that coffee.
I probably should have tipped him.