A short story. Last summer one morning we
discovered we were out of coffee. I was outraged. If you know me
without my fix.. it's not pretty. So in my jammie bottoms and a
sweatshirt and sandals I set off for the local dunkin donuts. Hair all
wild. Unkempt and probably fragrant without a shower. I was after some
coffee no matter what. I bought two pounds.. came home.. it was BEANS.
Our grinder on the fritz I hopped back in the Buick and 2 miles to the
DD store. The nice man from India freely exchanged my beans for
ground, no charge. I think he was scared. SO.. in that case.. category
2. I don't give up that easy on life and life involves large doses of
caffeine.
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