A woman comes in and orders a Brewed Hot Coffee and makes an announcement to the baristas' about how she's late for work. There are about five people in front of her in the line. She glances at her watch and then the Hoopla games that are for sale. She picks up a bag of coffee and looks at it for a few seconds and she then puts it back on the shelf and frantically glances back at her watch again.
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Why is it that people come into somewhere already late and then expect people to move and the clock to tick to their pace? The fact that she woke up late lets' us know that she's going to a place where she really doesn't want to be. She's in a hurry to probably go kiss ass at a place where she's under-appreciated, a job that she wouldn't dare go to without her morning "dose" of caffeine, yet she's rushing the baristas'.
As this woman is sitting in her car driving to work, she's taking very cautious sips of her coffee. Each sip of caffeine takes her to another place, a place where she's forgotten how to get to on her own. A place where only her coffee can take her. She remembers love, she remembers not rushing and savoring every moment of life. Since she's misplaced love, her coffee is the only thing that she can still call her own because she knows that it will taste the same every time.
As this woman is sitting in her car driving to work, she's taking very cautious sips of her coffee. Each sip of caffeine takes her to another place, a place where she's forgotten how to get to on her own. A place where only her coffee can take her. She remembers love, she remembers not rushing and savoring every moment of life. Since she's misplaced love, her coffee is the only thing that she can still call her own because she knows that it will taste the same every time.
1 comment:
Once again, job well done.
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