The last few weeks I've been putting off replenishing my coffee supply, and then having to run to the grocery store after my daily stop at the gym in order to have something to make a latte with when I get home. I know you coffee purists are groaning ("Grocery store coffee!") but these are the actions of a desperately decaffeinated person. Not so desperate that I'll go to the coffee shop to buy coffee in sweaty gym shorts and crazy bed-head hair, but desperate enough that that seems acceptable in the grocery store.
Anyway, I always get the same cashier on these weekday morning stops. I know it's the same guy because every time I bring up my bag of freshly-ground coffee, he does the exact same routine: he says hello, he picks up the bag, he holds it up to his nose, he takes a big long sniff, and then says, "Ah, that'll wake you up in the morning." Every time. Sometimes he also adds that he doesn't really like to drink coffee, but he sure loves to smell it. Yes, well, I sure can see that, mister. Touching your nose to my coffee for a five-second drag more than proves that. A polite sniff would suffice.
There's a part of me that wants to feel good that once a week I make his morning by buying coffee so he can sniff it, but most of me just wants to go buy a new bag because I'm pretty sure the other one is now damaged goods, since half the aroma is gone by the time he gets done with it. Get your own bag.
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