Grievious Wrongs Against My Person

...My favorite coffee shop has been worsened in several small ways, and I weep to think of it. I mean, I leave for two weeks and everyone who knew my name is gone. And the cups have become more stupid-looking, and the price of my drink has risen by something like sixty cents. 

Oh, and they got a new couch. 

This is a true tragedy. Oh, well, won't stop me from coming in as often as possible, 'cause the coffee is still good.