Like
most big and important things in the world, I missed it.
National
Coffee Day. It was on Monday.
The
day I decided to drink a pot of coffee at home before going out into the world
where coffee is free.
Like
I do every day. Except coffee isn’t free
every day. I mean, unless you steal
it. And who would do that?
Like
a boob, I read several Facebook posts from people rhapsodizing about National
Coffee Day and I read the lists of places where it was free. Most of those places are convenient to my home. Wow, I thought to
myself. One could just drink free coffee
all day.
And
like a boob, I didn’t even take part.
“Who
cares,” you may think. “What’s the big
deal? So you missed a measly free cup of
coffee. Take a chill pill, woman. Slow your roll.”
To
that I say Excuse me, good sir. Coffee
is very important. Very.
When
I was a kid, coffee was a thing. Seemingly
as important as water, the black liquid filled cups and mugs and pots and was
present before, at or after each meal. Was it
used for digestive purposes? A
pick-me-up? Every adult I knew drank
it. Most took theirs black. Coffee was present at every holiday
gathering, every church dinner. Every
waitress at every restaurant wielded a brown-handled glass carafe filled with
steaming hot coffee. A small bowl filled
with tiny plastic containers of coffee creamer on every table served as entertainment and I
built teetering towers using every one.
After high school I sat across from a friend
and watched as he chewed a tiny hole in the bottom of a creamer and squirted
the contents into his cup. We would talk
and laugh and drink mugs of cream and sugar and a little coffee and smoke
cigarettes between bites of our omelets at Denny’s because you could do that
back then.
Coffee
time at my husband’s grandmother’s house is a big deal, and has been for
years. Her children and grandchildren
and great-grandchildren spill out of the farmhouse kitchen on weekend mornings and they
make pots and pots of coffee, one right after the other. She has the kind of coffeemaker that can
make a pot of coffee in three minutes.
My
husband and I stopped taking cream and sugar in our coffee several years ago,
when we discovered that we drank a lot of coffee and could not really afford
the added calories. We learned how to
drink it black. We got one of those
three-minute coffeemakers, too.
I
start each day with a cup (pot) of coffee.
It’s a comfort, a desire, a love.
And
I missed National Coffee Day.
Like
a boob.
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This post inspired by:
Mama Kat's Writing Workshop
Prompt #1: September 29th
is National Coffee Day. How do you like
your cup?
I missed it, too. Guess that makes me a boob.
ReplyDeleteYep. You're right. Another boob bites the dust.
DeleteI don't even drink coffee, so that makes me an even BIGGER boob.
ReplyDeleteI don't know of any boobs who don't drink coffee. You must be the rarest of all boobs, the Uber Boob. Or Ooober Boob. Or Oober Boober. OMG boob is such a fun word.
DeleteI missed it too, but then again, I'm not American and I'm hours and hours ahead of you guys, so by the time I found out, it was too late. And my first instinct was, wait, isn't it Coffee Day every day??? Boob.
ReplyDeleteCoffee Day should be every day, just like Chocolate Day is around here. What? Boob.
DeleteMe, too. Boobs all around. I love coffee but I can not drink it black. It's my one vice, so I just use light cream, no sugar.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe we missed it. Learning how to drink coffee black is not something I would wish on anyone. I can drink it with cream and sugar now, but drinking it black when you're used to the sweetness is kind of awful.
DeleteI don't like coffee. Let me rephrase that: I ABHOR coffee. But other people always look sophisticated drinking it, kind of like the old image of smokers. I wish there were a national Diet Coke day. I'd be all about that!
ReplyDeleteI also love the image of coffee and a cigarette. So classy!
DeleteI heard about it, but didn't even think about there being free coffee anywhere. WTF.
ReplyDeleteI know, right? I need a do-over.
DeleteYeah... excuse me, coffee is very important.:) I've learned about National Coffee Day, a day later. That's okay though coz even if I knew, I will not be able to grab free coffee, there's none here in our place. But it would be so nice if there were...
ReplyDeleteOoof. Worse than missing free coffee is not having any at home.
DeleteI love the smell of coffee. I wish it tasted the way it smells. To me, the two are completely unrelated. If someone could create a substance that tasted that way, I'd be all over national coffee day ... and wouldn't be a boob!
ReplyDeleteI've heard non-coffee drinkers say that before. I think it smells and tastes delicious, even if the coffee sucks.
DeleteI almost wrote on Twitter that I needed a chill pill the other day, but then I thought better of it because you KNOW everyone would have offered to send me Xanax, which is not what I was going for. I can't believe you missed this day!!!!! Boob indeed!
ReplyDeleteHuh. I don't think that being sent Xanax is a bad thing at all. I still can't believe I missed it, either. Boo. b
DeleteI did not know there was such a thing as National Coffee Day and I can only wish it were International Coffee Day because then I could partake. Instead I drink the free stuff at home.
ReplyDeleteLike a boob.
Jennie. Can you imagine if it were free coffee day in Paris? I would get a hotel room.
DeleteCoffee is indeed a big deal. And yeah, I still say chill pill.
ReplyDeleteYou and I are kindred spirits, then. :)
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