Denied My Daily Shot of the Black Stuff

I am at Café Coffee Day. I order a coffee and it doesn't arrive for half an hour. Remember: half hour. It's Monday, I wonder if it's me, or is it the service. They are usually good. But it's Monday, remember.

The foreigners chattering away in Iberian language are having their orange drink with a slice of lime on the rim. Looks appetizing. The canoodling lovers have theirs, plus eats, too, and are holding hands and doing what society would allow them in a public eatery. The long queue outside for sharing taxis to Nariman Point have disassembled and assembled thrice. Still no coffee. I need my daily shot before starting work and I don't like it when I don't get one. What should I do? Get up and walk? I do.