How can choosing a coffee be so stressful? I knew i wanted a latte, small one (whatever they're called) but was distracted by another option which was significantly cheaper. When I changed to this I was subject to an interogation. Did I know what I'd chosen? Was it what I was expecting? Did I know what I was letting myself in for? When I conceeded, feeling rather foolish that I didn't know what it was and that, no, a strong expresso wasn't what I wanted I returned to the latter. I was then questioned as to what I had been imagining when I changed to the other option. What had been going through my head? A full counselling session in the space of a minute! Emotionally exausted and wrangled I slumped into a chair supping on a latte to recover. It was scrumny by the way.