First I must preface this post by stating unequivocally that I am not a Tim Horton's person.

Gasp you may (I heard you), but this Canuck prefers Starbucks. And not just because my daughter is a Barista (but it helps when you get your coffee and tea free). I was a fan of Starbucks before she was hired there over two years ago - I was so proud, * sniff *.

But I will admit the only time I DO go to Timmy's is during "Roll Up The Rim" time.

Although I really don't know why I bother. The last time I spent a fortune played, I went down to our small in-hospital Tim's on a daily basis for weeks on end, only coming out with three freebees. Two coffees and a donut, I believe.

Oh sure, you may say, "well, at least be satisfied you won something you ungrateful twit!". And you'd be right (except for the twit part), I SHOULD have been satisfied.

Until I heard that someone here won a car.

That someone was a doctor.

Damn you Timmy's.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go get my double-double.

I was trapped.

The first of the trio leapt up at my left.

Soon followed by a second agily positioning herself to my right.

Finally the last one took her place directly in front of me.

Then in unison they began to steathily inch ahead; reminiscent of their predator ancestors on the Serengeti.

I couldn't escape... the undivided attention of hungry eyes fixated on even my slightest movement.

Tails twitched.

Lips smacked.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Anticipating the signal, the time to attack.

They knew once I had downed that last bite of Shredded Wheat, they could pounce on what was left of the milk in my bowl.

I had better hurry, for I was outnumbered and surrounded.