The COFFEE Thread....

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MY FIRST VISIT TO STARBUCKS

At the time, I was addicted to caffein. I'd brew a pot of coffee at work and take the entire pot to my desk and drink it all while it was still warm. No coffee? Extreme headache. I'd heard about Starbucks and I'd driven past the stores. On Saturday mornings, I'd like to drive up to the big book store on Lake Cook road and have a cup of coffee and a pastry before spending some time browsing and buying. Across the street from the bookstore was a Starbucks. On this particular morning, I did not eat breakfast or drink any coffee at home. When I turned off Lake Cook road I saw the Starbucks and notice that there were no cars in the lot. My headache was present and I decided that Starbucks would be a good place to quickly get a cup of coffee. I entered the store and as I was walking, I told the young lady that I wanted some coffee. She pointed to the display board on the wall and told me that those were all the types of coffee they sold in 1/2 pound and full pound bags. I explained that I really needed a cup of coffee right now. She said that she didn't have any coffee brewed but that she'd be happy to brew one for me. My headache was now slipping down my spinal column. I repeated that I need a cup right now. She asked me what kind of coffee and began rattling off words that only served to make me endure my pain even longer. I told her that I wanted whatever she could make the soonest. She then told me that she could make me some coffee in a French press and began to describe that process. I told her that I have a French press at home and asked her to please start making me a cup of coffee because my headache was really intense. She finally understood and went to the back room. She returned in a couple of minutes with a cup of fresh, hot coffee. I added some cream and sweetener and savored the liquid caffein. When I finished, I asked if there was more coffee in the French press. She told me that there was and immediately turned and went to the back room again. She brought out a second cup, which I savored slowly. When I asked her how much I owed her, she told me the price and said that the second cup was a gift. If she only knew how much of a gift that was. I drove across the street to the book store, parked my car and entered. Then I walked to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee.
 
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