That Coffee Shop and Me
A cup of coffee is forgettable. It's a fleeting liquid that can be found in gas stations and poured down kitchen sinks and tacked onto drive-thru orders and thrown in to-go mugs on the way out of the door. Bags of coffee are tucked away in every household cabinet, purchased on a whim because of the sale price. Pots of coffee are made in the morning, in between showers and the brushing of teeth and the tying of shoes. It's not a precious or rare or unique commodity.