It’s Daylight Savings Time in my part of the world. Do you abide by this dastardly rule? Not if you live in Arizona, USA. They don’t keep DST, apparently. There are other places that don’t, but I’ve never lived in one. So I, like thousands of my sleepy brethren, must set my clock forward and thereby lose an hour.
I was already suffering from time deficiency. Who’s idea was it to take away an hour? I need five more, not one less!
And so, I turn to coffee, that brown and bitter liquid that keeps me running through the day from catastrophe to catastrophe, avoiding murdering people who drive too slowly in the fast lane or commit cell yell on the train. I remember once that our coffeemaker at work broke. It was a traumatic event where for three days we were without coffee in the office. Yes, there are cafes where one can purchase a cup – but a cup is not a pot, not by a long shot. Finally the day came when I, coffeeless, caffeine deprived, was delivered of a brand new coffee machine. My coworker and I were in the process of squinting at the directions for how to set it up when in walked the young intern. Should I mention she was blond? Since I’m blond, I shall refrain from saying it.
“Does this make decaf?” she asked.
And I didn’t even kill her. I’m rather proud of that fact.
What about you, Dear Reader? What’s your favorite morning beverage?