Oh bless you Mud Truck! You giant orange former bread truck, how I love thee. I gravitate to you like children running to Mr. Softee parked in front of a playground in the summertime. You’ve spared me the embarrassment of paying almost 2 bucks for my 3pm fix. You’ve spared me from having to deal with the douchebags at Porto Rico. You’ve given me hope, and a swift caffeinated kick in the ass to get through the work day. Oh Mud Truck… will you do me the honor of getting a spot in midtown around the East 30s? You will make the happiest person in the world.
[Mud Coffee]
[photo by: wallyg/flickr]
