I had this idea...
We live in a world that is imperfect. We also live in a world that adores coffee and cute coffee shops. So picture this...

You're walking down a random street and you walk by the bright pink and purple store with great big windows that aren't quite clear. You stop and look at the sign and cock your head to read it. The sign is crooked and says, "Not Quite Perfect Coffee Shop." Intrigued, you cross to enter. As you walk towards it you notice that in the left store window there's a cake that leans like the Leaning Tower of Pisa and and a handcrafted mug with a slanted top, a blue color with a darker blue smudge, and letters spelling out the shop name that aren't quite straight. In the right you see an open sign with the "p" out, and a person sitting at a wooden table that was never stained underneath. The door also says push but it's a pull door.

Inside there's even more colorful walls, yellow and green, that clash. There's artwork from local artists for sale that are all crooked and are abstract. The chatter inside is noticeable but you can also hear the broken circus like music coming from the speakers. As you walk to the counter to order you notice that there's a patchwork booth chair in all shades of red and pink with a single blue square, and that the floor is a tile mosaic but that there are large spaces filled in with plaster to fill areas where the tiles didn't quite fit.

You look up at the menu and glance at the names. At first you're confused but then you get it. All the drink names are regular coffee names but spelled incorrectly or using the wrong word. Instead of black coffee there is "dark dark gray covfefe." Hot chocolate is "slightly more than warm liquid coco." You let out a laugh as you look at the bakery menu and realize every item is in pig Latin. Blueberry muffin has become ueberryblyay uffinmay. The prices are all strange as well, $4.03, $7.54. The entire shop is a delight!

You step up to the counter and the barista says, "what you get?" When you ask for an apple fritter and a vanilla frappucino she looks at you in confusion.

Immediately you correct yourself and play along. "Have I can a appleyay itterfryay and a not chocolate freppacino?"

The barista says, "nope. That'll be 67 cents and 7$." You pay with exact change and she hands you back a penny. You laugh and stick it in the tip jar.

You walk around the counter to wait and notice that the restroom signs have a corner cut off jaggedly on one, and a hole in the other. The barista hands you your food, says, "you're welcome" and you walk away to sit at a booth. You sit down and realize the table is just noticeably slanted and that there are mats to stop your food from sliding. You peer down into your coffee cup and notice some coffee grains on top of the whipped cream that is in a very slanted pile. The apple fritter appears to have some blueberry juice drizzled on it, and the slices on top aren't straight. As you eat everything, you realize that there is one perfect thing in the shop. The flavors. They're delicious.