I’m way too jittery already.
It’s not like I haven’t been tempted.
Everybody says it. “Buy me a cup of coffee.” And then there’s a link.
Sounds great to me. But there are problems. Complications. You see, the coffee doesn’t actually come to you. Instead, you get a few bucks dropped into your bank account. Or PayPal. Or any of a dozen ethereal 21st century money repositories.
I don’t want money. I want coffee.
The way I’d like it to work? I’d like it to work the way Harpo Marx did it in 1932.
Oh, and I want espresso. In a tiny cup. Not a giant cup like you get at Starbucks, with a tiny drop of cold espresso barely coating the bottom. I want a tiny porcelain cup.
And a saucer.
If we can’t do this in a civilized way, let’s not do this at all.
I Run on Espresso
I don’t own a car. I walk everywhere. I don’t use petroleum. I am fueled by espresso.
