The motorway services on the M6 toll road are probably the newest in the country. The facilities are deemed to be the most leading edge in the industries related to helping people avoid Birmingham.

I walked in having finished half of my journey north, and in dire need of a coffee. Helpfully, Costa coffee have set up two stores, one for people who want to ’sit in’ and one for take-away. As I wanted to take away my coffee the choice was simple. Plus the server on the ’sit in’ till was particularly unattractive, clearly an oversight on the part of management. If you want people stay in the venue and spend more money, make the women servers in the ’sit in’ bit very, very fit.

As I took my take-away coffee I asked for a cup holder.

“I’m sorry?” queried the somewhat confused server.

“A holder. For the cup. You know, the cardboard ones, so I do not spill it?”

“Sorry.”

This was an unsatisfactory end to our conversation, but I could not sit in the services with a take-away coffee, that would be sadder than an Osmonds reunion TV special. So I left, and headed for my car taking my coffee with me.

After trying to find a secure place in which to put my hot coffee, I found the only way I could secure it was to put the passenger seat-belt across it in the seat, as if it was a really small person like Tom Cruise. But with no arms or legs. Or a head.

So that is what I did, and to be fair, I managed to travel approximately four hundred yards before it fell over and started pouring hot coffee all over the passenger seat.

My car now fucking stinks. Of coffee (that other smell has now gone away thankfully).

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