An Open Letter to Tim Hortons

Dear Mr. Hortons,
First of all, thank you for the addiction and the ease of access to said addiction you have granted to someone as lazy as me. On my way to work in the morning, I have access to no less than 5 establishments full of your toxic goodness. Second, I would like to apologize for ever having ranted (although not in this public forum) about the quality of your lids and how most times your valued employees would simply toss them on, only to have them drip down my pants while traveling to my office. The thing I never realized was that your coffee seems to be a magnet for dark pants only. You see today I had a little incident. Getting off the bus this morning, I was jostled and my cup of crack, ahem I mean coffee, was flipped completely over. Since I had decided to wear white pants today (stark white pants I might add compared to all this brown snow), you can understand my initial fear. However, I was saved from complete embarrassment (which although I'm used to embarrassment, I do try to avoid it, honest!) by your heavy-duty lids. Not even one drop spilled out. So thank you Mr. Hortons for making coffee that resist the urge to stain light coloured pants. Please remind me next time to leave the 16 cents I always have leftover in the tip jar, or at least in that jar for the kids who want to go to camp.

Yours truly,
Nancy

PS. Could you tell the people at your store to wipe the cutting knife if they just used it on a bagel with herb and garlic cream cheese? Contrary to popular belief, the taste of garlic mixed in with my strawberry cream cheese bagel isn't all that appealing.