I found a hard, white lump in my coffee and was horrified: be careful if you drink store-bought coffee!

I bought my usual coffee at the local café and was drinking it peacefully, but near the end, when there was just a little left, I felt something hard touch my lips. At first, I thought it was sugar, but when I pulled it out, my heart nearly stopped 😱😱

It looked like hardened glue or paraffin!! 🫣 What on earth had I just drunk? I went back to the same café and caused a real scene, demanding an explanation 😱 I was shocked when I finally found out what it was 😲 Now I only make coffee at home.

I explain what it was in the first comment – but you be careful 👇👇

I’ve been getting coffee from the same place for over six months. A small, cozy spot two blocks from my home, with friendly baristas and always fragrant, energizing coffee.

My morning starts there – a latte in a paper cup, a smile at the counter, everything as usual.

But a few days ago something happened that I still can’t get out of my head.

As always, I went there, ordered my favorite vanilla latte, and went on with my day. One sip, then another – everything seemed normal.

But near the end, when there was only a bit left in the cup, I felt something hard touch my lips again. I thought it was sugar – but this time, I pulled it out. A chill ran down my spine.

In my palm was a strange piece – whitish, dense, almost like glass. It felt hard, but not brittle. It reminded me of dried glue or paraffin. I started to feel sick. What on earth had I just drunk?

I posted a photo on social media. Some people suggested it might be dried foam. Others joked that maybe it was crystallized sugar or even plastic.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I got really angry.

The next day I went back and made a fuss. The barista, a young woman, calmly explained:

— It’s crystallized sweetener. We use syrups, but also powdered and liquid sweeteners upon request. Sometimes, if the bottle has been sitting for a while or too much is added, it can crystallize – especially if the drink cools down. It’s harmless, just unpleasant to look at or touch. We’re very sorry.

I still left feeling upset, but later I Googled it – and yes, some liquid sweeteners can crystallize under certain conditions. Especially when milk is involved and the temperature drops suddenly.

Next time, I’ll just brew my coffee at home – at least I’ll know what’s in it.

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