Story 1
Many years ago, I was visiting friends in Niagara Falls one New Year's. My friend's husband was a very important person in organizing the Niagara Falls New Year's festivities, and since one of the sponsors was Tim Hortons, he had a pile of coupons and we drank a lot of coffee. The thing is, until then I hadn't really ordered coffee anywhere that I didn't put in the cream and sugar myself, so I really didn't know exactly what to order. I did know that "double-double from Tim Hortons" was properly Canadian, so that's what I got. I liked it and I've ordered my coffee like that ever since.
I have no idea if I'd like my coffee any differently; someday, I should try a single-single or something. Or a double-single, but I don't know if the cream or sugar comes first.
Story 2
At my previous job, I used to walk part way to work. I was about twenty minutes or so and cut a pile off my bus time (it would be a more circular route otherwise), so if the days were nice enough, I chose to walk. The walk conveniently took me past a Tim Hortons, so I would usually stop in for coffee -- often enough that they knew my order, although the changing seasons would switch it from hot to cold coffee, or vice versa.
Anyway, one winter day I had my coffee and was walking the rest of the way to work when I hit an icy patch and down I went. I landed on one knee and one hand, but I held the coffee up with my other hand and didn't spill a drop.
My knee hurt and my hand stung and I was a little wet, but I saved the coffee.
