The Back-Up Coffee

I water down my coffee. I don't make it very strong in the first place. So because of this I feel entitled to at least two cups... more like travel mugs... full each morning. I also like drinking coffee out of a straw. Good stuff. The obsession with straws started after the accident leaving me without my front tooth for a year, but that is neither here nor there.

So on my way to work I have two travel mugs of coffee. They are called and commonly referred to as, "the coffee and the backup coffee."

The coffee always, without fail, gets to reside in the white knuckled grip of my right hand. You could try to steal it, but you'd have to pry it from this death grip. I wouldn't recommend trying this. It is only a short lived thing because, the grip relaxes with each passing swig. By the time the backup coffee makes its way in to my right hand, the grip is relaxed and noticeably more pink. There is no longer a desperate crazy look in my eyes.

It's not the caffeine. It's the flavor. I know I am repeating what I have already said, but some people need a hot shower in the morning to get started, I just need my coffee.

I've done without before... not for lack of trying to have some though... and life goes on. It's not air! I don't breathe coffee, though I must admit, the smell of coffee wafting through the air is awesome.

They should make coffee air filters.

Imagine waking up to French Roast and there isn't any coffee brewing.

I think there can be a real market for this.