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Coffee anyone?
Dec. 20th, 2018 02:27 amI’m home again, having gone back east to see Mom. We had planned to head easy for Thanksgiving, but just couldn’t find a fare for the two of us that wasn’t unjustifiable, given our current circumstances. My going back by myself in the lull between the holidays seemed the best option.
Friday last with knitting in hand to occupy the hour’s ride, I hopped a bus from central NJ into Manhattan to meet up with my cousin, another person I truly enjoy and rarely see. Given the day and my desire to get some exercise, I decided to hoof it from the Port Authority south to Union Square where I was to meet Ellen for lunch. Roughly midway, as I power walked south I passed my 16th Starbucks in as many blocks, a man in a Santa hat, inappropriately open coat and a Starbuck’s t-shirt, handed me a package - 1/2 lb.of whole bean Kenyan coffee! Amen there was room in my knitting bag! Once at the corner waiting for the light to change, I turned around thinking how nice some hot coffee would be, right then. Once l reached the coffeehouse, a second worker handed me another package as I opened the door. Again, more Kenyan coffee beans.
Once inside the line was long enough to give me 2nd thoughts. Didn’t want to be late for my familial rondezvous. Besides what NY restaurant doesn’t have coffee? I strode back outside and was accosted - by a third bag of whole bean coffee. WTF? Amen for knitting bags!
Friday last with knitting in hand to occupy the hour’s ride, I hopped a bus from central NJ into Manhattan to meet up with my cousin, another person I truly enjoy and rarely see. Given the day and my desire to get some exercise, I decided to hoof it from the Port Authority south to Union Square where I was to meet Ellen for lunch. Roughly midway, as I power walked south I passed my 16th Starbucks in as many blocks, a man in a Santa hat, inappropriately open coat and a Starbuck’s t-shirt, handed me a package - 1/2 lb.of whole bean Kenyan coffee! Amen there was room in my knitting bag! Once at the corner waiting for the light to change, I turned around thinking how nice some hot coffee would be, right then. Once l reached the coffeehouse, a second worker handed me another package as I opened the door. Again, more Kenyan coffee beans.
Once inside the line was long enough to give me 2nd thoughts. Didn’t want to be late for my familial rondezvous. Besides what NY restaurant doesn’t have coffee? I strode back outside and was accosted - by a third bag of whole bean coffee. WTF? Amen for knitting bags!
