Nooooooo!!!!!!!

I dropped my daughter off at pre-school today and toodled off to the closest Tim Hortons for another stab at that Toyota Matrix.  I ordered my usual coffee, but as I was pulling away from the speaker, I suddenly got this panicky feeling.  It was dawning on me as I drove forward that there wasn't any more Roll Up The Rim signage around the drive thru menu!

As I pulled up to the window, I was waiting with tortured anticipation... trying to not look desperate and obvious as I strained my neck looking to see what cups were sitting on the counters.

And, as they passed me my coffee through the window, for the first time since February 22nd, I got this:

Noooooooo!!!!!

This contest annually creates a twisted monster out of me, and this year was no exception.  I knew that this day would come, but it couldn't be today... I wasn't ready!!!  (Check out my awesome hair, by the way - I am blaming it on the SHOCK of this contest coming to an end, of course, and not the fact that I just threw it up in a messy pile at the back of my head as I went hurtling out the door with 2 kids in tow.)

Well, I did what any self-respecting, caffeine-addicted, rim-rolling Tim Horton's devotee would do in my shoes.  I started trolling streets looking for a Tim Horton's that had people walking out of it with contest cups in their hands, of course!  (I need help, I know.)

Lucky for me, I found one a few blocks away.  Woo hoo!

Cheese!

See how being reunited with my precious contest cup brings out the best in my hair and my skin and my overall aura?!?  (ok... I MAY have got my hair cut today, but still... I look awesome compared to earlier!)

There was one small problem though, and my karma and ethics were at stake.  When I got my NEW cup of coffee, as I pulled away, I realized that they had given me TWO coffees.

 

I didn't really notice because I often will pick up one for Ken, but this time I'd only ordered one coffee.  Part of me was like that lady in the IKEA ads who speedwalks out of the store towards her husband in the car screaming, "Start the car! Start the car!"

Another part of me was screaming "It was FATE!"  Fate was replacing my cup from earlier in the day!

And yet another part of me was looking at the huge lineup at the drive thru - guilt coursing through my veins - thinking to myself that the right thing to do would be to drive through again (I sure as heck wasn't going to unload 2 kids and walk in!) and fess up and pay for the coffee.

So, what did I do?  I left.  (*cringe*)  My baby was crying, my daughter was hungry, and I just couldn't bear the thought of waiting in that line up.

BUT... I plan to go back tomorrow to win my car, and I'll clear my conscience by offering to pay for the 'stolen' coffee while I'm there.

Hopefully karma will be kind to me!