March 13, 2008
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Going For Coffee
Here’s something that travel does to you:
I’m in a motel room, in bed, typing on my laptop right now. I just got through trying to find the Weather Channel on the TV, to no avail. Now I want to go get my complimentary coffee in the lobby. It is 9:23 AM. The coffee ends at 10 AM (no, really, they’re too cheap to keep it flowing after that).
So I could walk down there and get some coffee and then walk back here. Or I could just pack up and get the coffee while I leave. And somehow, this decision seems huge. Like the success of the rest of the day depends on it.
I’ll get there, and it will be cheap coffee, with only non-dairy creamer to put in. It will make me want to pee and poo, and leave an aftertaste of styrofoam hanging in my mouth.
There has to be a real coffeehouse in this town…
Comments (4)
but…but…but…with the intrawebs right there at your fingertips….
can’t you do a Googlemaps search for coffee….
Picky, picky, picky …
It can very well make or break a whole day, watching the turbulent flow of non-dairy creamer, the chaos, the entropy rising, coffee cooling and losing its ability to do work, the hired help each one requiring an intractably long amount of proccessor-hours to understand in any depth… Happy motoring, guy
I really hope you found a good cup somewhere.