I was walking down the street when I saw a coffee shop. I really
wanted coffee so I went to get some from the coffee shop. I find a long snaking
line out the door of the coffee shop. I really don’t know if I want coffee
anymore. I still do and I get my rich dark roasted coffee. I sit down at a
coffee table. I wonder where they got the name coffee table from. The chair is just
a dark wood, maybe maple or oak. I don’t really know my woods very well. I
drink my coffee slow and meticulously. I walk out and get on with my day.
great story this is something that I can relate to.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this story. I've seen the same type of line at the Starbuck's in the mall. It's weird.
ReplyDeleteThis was a very entertaining story. I have never had coffee, but I understand the struggle with long lines to get food.
ReplyDeleteThis is phenomenal, so relatable too.
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