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.