A Drop of Quality part 2 of lots more

Standing on tiptoe beside the tilted green straw, I pursed my plush lips and prepared to partake in my rightful morning brew. Not a single drop rose through the plastic. The universe apparently expects someone of my stature to generate industrial suction like a common shop vacuum—an insulting notion. Before I could issue a formal complaint, I noticed a glistening amber bead of iced coffee pooled directly in the groove encircling the straw collar. Extending one claw with surgical precision, I dabbed the glossy drop and brought it to my mouth. Robust, chilled, and unquestionably superior. I offered the cup an aloof nod; my morning caffeine fix had been claimed.