It’s time to wake up sheeple, and a hot cup of coffee is not going to cut it this time.
Have you ever wondered why, time and time again your ‘coffee guy’ misspells your name?
“It’s Mark,” you bleat, as he deftly scrawls ‘Mork’ across your umpteenth disposable cup of the week.
It's early, you think.
That coffee machine must be loud, you reason.
But everyday it eats away at you that the man who remembers to ask how your grandmother's 76th birthday party went just can't seem to grasp the spelling of your one-syllable name.