The coffee shop owner, known only as "The Daily Grind," had been running on fumes for months. The endless stream of caffeine-starved customers, the constant requests for soy milk, and the existential dread of serving yet another overpriced latte had finally taken its toll.
As the sun rose on this fateful day, The Daily Grind's eyes had turned into two black holes, sucking the last vestiges of sanity from their surroundings. Their once-vibrant purple shirt now hung in tatters, a testament to the emotional toll of a life spent surrounded by the unwashed masses.
Read more about The Daily Grind's descent into madness, including a special feature on the time they accidentally superglued their own shoes to the floor. Also, check out our special "Paranoid Calendar" feature for a daily dose of existential dread.