Anyway, I like coffee in the morning. I do not get a big caffeine rush from it. Well, at least I don't think I do. If I do, then I have to say I'd be really tired without the coffee. It's more just that coffee is part of my routine. I enjoy its smell and even its taste.
Usually I make my own coffee at home but yesterday I had left my coffee cup at work at the end of the day so I couldn't make my own today, necessitating the trip to McDonalds. Yes, we usually have coffee at my office but, with all apologies to my co-workers, they all make really crappy coffee. Except for Tom. But he's in a different building than me. (Yes, even Tim, my co-worker who drinks coffee by the pickle bucket-full, makes crappy coffee.)
Oh well, maybe it's the beans.
Anyway, big line at McDonalds this morning. I got in it anyway. I needed my coffee.
I get up to the little order screen and place my order for a medium black coffee. Here's how that conversation played out:
"I'm sorry, we don't have any coffee today."
No explanation that all the world coffee beans are infected with e coli. No explanation that Juan Valdez fell into a pit of vipers. No explanation that they would have coffee in five minutes, five hours, five days, or even five years.
Just a simple "I'm sorry, we don't have any coffee today."
My response was "You don't have any coffee?" I am thinking maybe this is some sort of a twisted early morning joke. Or maybe I am on Candid Camera.
But her response came back, "That's correct."
Hmmmm. Long pause on my part. Perhaps the rapture had come, I had missed it, and somehow gotten left behind with really odd people who don't understand the value of a cup of morning coffee.
I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say or do.
Well, here's the rest of the story. I actually had ordered a Cinnamon Melt as well. I was feeling very guilty about ordering that but I had done so on the basis that I had only had a small cup of yogurt for breakfast at home and I had to tape a couple of television shows later in the morning and there's nothing worse than wearing a lapel microphone and having your stomach start growling. So, I figured I needed something more in my tummy.
I was faced with a choice -- give in to my ever-increasing guilt and get the Cinnamon Melt without the coffee ... or just skip the whole thing.
I decided to skip the whole thing, get out of line, and go to work. I'll make coffee in my office today.