Somebody ordered a pumpkin spice latte so big they had to wear it. It's a giant paper coffee cup with the bottom cut off (badly, with scissors) and pulled down over your head. The white sip lid is pressed on crooked, and a cardboard sleeve says PUMPKIN SPICE.

The barista wrote GARY on the side, and your name isn't Gary. There's coffee running down from the sip hole, a dent where it got squashed in the bag, and the order boxes are ticked in marker.

Triangles: 4,800 / 2,576 / 1,240 / 672 / 400 across the 5 LODs.

Side effects: craving cinnamon and telling strangers about your order.