Coffee Wars
I've got a bit of a problem.
Like all sane people, I enjoy a coffee in the morning.
The place I go to probably doesn't do the best coffee in my area, not that I'm getting a cup of mud, but being a Taurean I am loyal, and I FEAR CHANGE.
A fellow comes into the bar quite a bit, and he has been renovating a cafe which has now opened. I have talked to him on occasion, he is a great guy, and the other day I thought I would go and try a coffee at his place.
It was good. More than that it was devine.
I like my coffee hot and sweet. I know it shouldn't be too hot but I'll sacrifice a little burning so I can feel it sharply on the back of my throat. My morning coffee is oft complemented by a cigarette. It's a ritual
I dreamt about that cup of coffee, and when I woke I went back to the new place and bought another.
This has been going on for a week now. I walked past my old cafe this morning, and the gay German fellow who works there was outside picking up some plates. Luckily I had already had my coffee, I couldn't bear to think how he would feel if I was carrying.
He looked at me like he knew exactly what was going on. Like I still had a little bit of foam on my top lip. My hand automatically went to my mouth to hide any cafe latte residue, but it was clean.
'Where have you been?'
He asked me.
I'm rarely stumped for words, but nothing would come.
'Around.'
Nice one co**on.
'You're not drinking coffee?'
And I embarked on my excuse. Explaining to him what I have already outlined here. Inappropriately. But I couldn''t lie.
NORMALLY I'M A GREAT LIAR.
I'm at a loss as to what I should do now. Because I would've come back. It was a passing fancy. The German fellow makes a good coffee, just the way I like it. I didn't tell him this, though. I should have.
I can't go back. I feel as though it would be insulting, or patronising. (pardon the pun)
Life's tough. You wanna please everyone, you wanna do the right thing, but with so many differing desires and demands, what the hell are you supposed to do?
Like all sane people, I enjoy a coffee in the morning.
The place I go to probably doesn't do the best coffee in my area, not that I'm getting a cup of mud, but being a Taurean I am loyal, and I FEAR CHANGE.
A fellow comes into the bar quite a bit, and he has been renovating a cafe which has now opened. I have talked to him on occasion, he is a great guy, and the other day I thought I would go and try a coffee at his place.
It was good. More than that it was devine.
I like my coffee hot and sweet. I know it shouldn't be too hot but I'll sacrifice a little burning so I can feel it sharply on the back of my throat. My morning coffee is oft complemented by a cigarette. It's a ritual
I dreamt about that cup of coffee, and when I woke I went back to the new place and bought another.
This has been going on for a week now. I walked past my old cafe this morning, and the gay German fellow who works there was outside picking up some plates. Luckily I had already had my coffee, I couldn't bear to think how he would feel if I was carrying.
He looked at me like he knew exactly what was going on. Like I still had a little bit of foam on my top lip. My hand automatically went to my mouth to hide any cafe latte residue, but it was clean.
'Where have you been?'
He asked me.
I'm rarely stumped for words, but nothing would come.
'Around.'
Nice one co**on.
'You're not drinking coffee?'
And I embarked on my excuse. Explaining to him what I have already outlined here. Inappropriately. But I couldn''t lie.
NORMALLY I'M A GREAT LIAR.
I'm at a loss as to what I should do now. Because I would've come back. It was a passing fancy. The German fellow makes a good coffee, just the way I like it. I didn't tell him this, though. I should have.
I can't go back. I feel as though it would be insulting, or patronising. (pardon the pun)
Life's tough. You wanna please everyone, you wanna do the right thing, but with so many differing desires and demands, what the hell are you supposed to do?
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