On a particularly slow afternoon one Tuesday I was at work. I was going through my usual effort to convince coworkers and superiors that I was “hard at work” (filing, making copies, lowering my brow at the computer monitor, to pretend I’m looking at something other than facebook) when it began to rain.
Although the rain was short lived, it gave me an epiphany…Coffee…Indeed; I was a bloke slouching on a barstool behind the front desk of a small golf resort during the off season in one of the quietest places on earth – Howey-in-the-Hills, Florida. I knew then, as the lobby traffic and phone calls slowed down to a supreme halt and then slipped off the face of the earth, that only a cup of this tremendous beverage, this colossal fusion of hot water and ground coffee beans, this this PERFECTION, was the one thing to get me through the second half of my shift. Consequently I called the kitchen and requested a Cup O Joe – black, of course. It was brought to me in a small to go cup with a lid on it.
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As I bust off the lid like a kid scrambling through green slime on Double Dare, the warm aroma of fresh coffee filled my nostrils. I sobered at once, instantly feeling grounded, capable, knowledgeable, happy to be alive one more day. This distinctive brew brought to mind working mornings in concierge being up with the early meetings crowd. It recalled going to Conventions and Pikes Perk. It reminded me of friends, and how important they are. The significance of conversation with people who make conversation enjoyable over a warm cup of coffee or tea is one to tamper with.
I like how you incorporated slime into this entry. Doof.
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