Doc Kicks Up Some Dust, And Coffee, With His Serve On KickServe Coffee
So there I was sitting peacefully in my Jeep Cherokee, listening to Africa by Toto. Trying a sip from my daughter’s iced Cinnamon toast crunch frappe from Kick Serve Coffee . Just mellowing myself out before I head into the grocery store to see why my kids are taking so long.
As I approach the front door, you cut me off. I’m talking to you random lady with spiderweb print tights on and a bright pink hoody… You stop at the trash bin next to the entrance and raise your Kick Serve logo’ed cup in the air and chug what looked like atleast 4 giant swallows. You then slam dunk the now empty cup into the trash bin, and say “Alright that’s get this sh*t done!!”
Listen, I need to know what you ordered. I’m not even mad you almost shoulder checked me. I can forgive the splashes of a few drops from your cup that reached me 10 feet behind you after you spiked that cup of awesome. You looked like Madison Keys returning a lobbed floater above the net.
I need that energy ma’am. Please DM the page with your exact order.
Your friend in food,