It's a weekday on the road and you're holding the wheel on one hand and a cup of hot coffee on the other. That's a statement about your lifestyle. It says you have a fast one.
You hardly have time to enjoy morning at home with a good brew. You simply can't when the first thing that pops in your sleepy head is the time.
What time is it? Sometimes you don't want to know. You want to stay in bed but you can't afford to be immobile. So you just get up and go. Life rushes on to the fast lane.
This is me. It used to be a pain in the ass. But now it's alright.
Let's go back to that coffee on the road. It's a take out without a bagel because it'll just be messy in the car seat. Take note that this is one of those mornings that I don't have a driver.
Traffic snarls although it doesn't kill your spine that much when you're bearing it at about 8 am. This is that wonderful window hour when traffic can still be tolerable.
And yes, you might make it to the office with a slight pesky problem - where the hell do I park my car?!
So let's stay on the road for a while and deal with this ordeal called Metro Manila traffic.
Sip the coffee through the hole of your supposedly spill-proof mug. You hold it longer than expected close to your mouth, not because you want to make the other drivers envious, but because you're blowing the steam and you don't want to ruin your suit with a quick spit.
I manage to drink and drive between 35 to 40 kph. If I stay on 20, I'd be done with this coffee even before I get to my destination. Plus, the cars behind me will be waving their middle fingers at me for being too slow.
Didn't they say that coffee can make you nervous? Well, to me, it's fuel prices. If you agree, hop in.
Driving up the hills of Green Meadows, exiting to Corinthian and approaching the Temple of the Latter Day Saints in White Plains, one morning I just might hang right to get coffee from the Starbucks branch there.
I've got 6 stickers on my card. If you don't know what I mean, then you just don't. Tis the season of stickers and expensive coffee. And a planner that I simply don't need.
But the sight can be good "here" when the timing is right. Again, if you don't get what I mean, then you just don't. Maybe you devote your hang out time doing something else like napping.
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kids should know that...
Coffee beans were first exported from Ethiopia to Yemen. Yemeni traders brought coffee back to their homeland and began to cultivate the bean. The first coffee house was Kiva Han, which opened in Istanbul in 1471. Coffee was at first not well received. In 1511, it was forbidden for its stimulating effect by conservative, orthodox imams at a theological court in Mecca. However, the popularity of the drink led these bans to be overturned in 1524 by an order of the Ottoman Turkish Sultan Selim I. (wikipedia)
