Going for coffee
For those among you, who live urban lifestyles, going for coffee is just part of the process. You go, you order, you drink, you leave. I’m from another world, and the coffee from my home machine tastes just great. No need to ever settle for a beverage that is too hot and served in a paper cup. But, I’m willing to bend my ways to the demands of others. Which saw me surfing through the snowdrifts, this morning, hoping not to discover the world of a ditch.
And I didn’t, and I found a parking spot which precluded going through a drive-thru and dropping my money on the ground and causing a huge traffic jam. I guess I overthink some things. Anyhow, inside, the getting coffee was pretty routine, and I had my choice of tables.
Now, ask why. Go ahead. I was to meet with a group of people, for a decision-making meeting about a project. Turned out that we were a group of three, and the decisions had been made before this whole coffee trip. I was able to sit and listen, while waiting for the contents of my cup to cool to a point where I could avoid scalding and a hospital visit. Again, overthinking.
Now, would I do this again? I guess. Now that I’m familiar with the way the whole “let’s go for coffee” scenario unfolds, I can miss a morning at home, if I have to. After all, the coffee is the important thing. All the rest; just stage dressing.
