The day the coffee dried up
I spend my days with more than fifty other people, and the majority are coffee drinkers. We draw our rations, at 60 cents per, from a machine that is filled on a fairly regular basis with several kilos of beans, and the grind, although not one that would receive a rave review in the press, serves us well. Until.
For the second time this week, the bins dropped to empty. Today, the itinerant service person did not make it by (I guess the spring weather conditions must have been a distraction for many), and the machine sat idle all day long.
I want to assure you that chicken soup does not cure all needs. It might be good for your soul, but mine did not shout Hallelujah at the replacement of my coffee. Soup is caffeine free…