I like my coffee. I mean, I REALLY like my coffee!
“QUICK! Someone’s being beaten up! By five men . . . over THERE!” The old man looked frantic and genuinely concerned.
I was about to take the first sip out of an extra hot, posh, independent artisan cappuccino that I’d just purchased. As such, I wasn’t overly impressed by this rude interruption. So, just like the fishing pilot at the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark, who had the dilemma of finishing catching his fish or starting the plane to escape, I toyed with my coffee for a few seconds before exiting the FRU in a grump to see what was up.
