RedViking
Nord of the South
So I am sitting in my usual spot in the coffee shop. Order a coffee. It arrives. The heavenly aroma filling the air. Bliss.
Then suddenly while being caught up in this alternate universe, there is a this odd smell in the air. It pulls me back to mother earth. It is as if the municipal rubbish truck decided parked in the coffee shop.
I look up.
There he is.
A hobo just entered the shop.
He comes and sit at the table next to me.
Orders the R90 specialty special beans. Pour over. He closes his eyes. He is now that alternate universe. Bliss.
The point is. Even hobo's have better taste in coffee than you people.
Then suddenly while being caught up in this alternate universe, there is a this odd smell in the air. It pulls me back to mother earth. It is as if the municipal rubbish truck decided parked in the coffee shop.
I look up.
There he is.
A hobo just entered the shop.
He comes and sit at the table next to me.
Orders the R90 specialty special beans. Pour over. He closes his eyes. He is now that alternate universe. Bliss.
The point is. Even hobo's have better taste in coffee than you people.

