Here are the recent comments concerning my blargument with Richard…
‘Also, I’m sure they sell refillable travel mugs.’
‘Thrrreee! Three lumps, please.’
Listen up my caffeinated compadres. Richard is only trying to sway you with his fancy insulated travel mugs of deception and promises of suave older black gentleman. Don’t be fooled. Don’t let him pull the froth over your eyes. We have an easy espresso epidemic. Folks in the old world would gather from all around town (even the skinny jeans kid) and enjoy a steamy cup o’ joe to start their day or to enjoy a mid-day break. This was a matter of community. A matter of gathering around the steam machine and sipping from the pleasant cup of camaraderie. This issue is bigger than availability or cost or travel mugs. A local coffee shoppe is a watering hole of energy, both from the java and the company. The proliferation of coffee availability may be convenient, but it is destroying small towns and driving our citizens in to solitude and sadness.
Admittedly, A-Plus coffee was tasty and meeting ‘Fly’ was quite interesting, but I shall not be deterred. I shall folger forward, try not to sanka in to the abyss of a cheapened brew and I shall boldly defend the house of maxwell.
Join me not just for a cup of coffee, but for the sake of society.
Decaf is for whimps,
FV
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