gonzo914 wrote:And truth be known, a half-assed decent cup of coffee can be had at McDonald's. Not for purists, to be sure, but purists are not going to be satisfied with anything less than the nectar made from beans hand-picked out of steaming piles of badger poop and roasted over the fiery loins of virgins. But for normal folks like me who take their coffee for medicinal purposes, it's got the best quality to price ratio of anything you can pick up on the way to work.
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!
Not thinkin I'm quite desperate enough yet for badger poop coffee...
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gonzo914 wrote:Jeezus, james, what were you thinking? That coffee pot, along with the coffee and at least a couple of cups, is supposed to ride over to the new house sitting on the front passenger seat of the car, while less important items -- toothbrushes, vacuum cleaner, spouse, etc. -- are relegated to the back seat for that last trip over.
You might drop by the Stop and Rob and get a jar of instant and a plastic spoon to get you by. Just eat it out of the jar.
He probably hasn't moved a lot.
The local Speedway gas stations have pretty good coffee around here so if I ever get in a jam that's where I go.
gonzo914 wrote:Jeezus, james, what were you thinking? That coffee pot, along with the coffee and at least a couple of cups, is supposed to ride over to the new house sitting on the front passenger seat of the car, while less important items -- toothbrushes, vacuum cleaner, spouse, etc. -- are relegated to the back seat for that last trip over.
This is what I do, every time. Really. Face it, James, you're just a poser
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece.
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gonzo914 wrote:...purists are not going to be satisfied with anything less than the nectar made from beans hand-picked out of steaming piles of badger poop...
One morning (back when I had a job and was riding the train to work every morning) a young woman approached the young man sitting in front of me, introduced herself, mentioned she rode the train every day and had noticed he did too.
She then went on to tell him how embarrassed she was to be so foreward but that day was payday, she'd run low on funds and she was wondering if he could loan her $5. for a Starbucks coffee.
She assured him she'd pay him back the next morning after cashing her pay check.
At the time I was thinking (and I'm pretty sure the young man was thinking the same thing because he was instantly smiling from ear to ear)
what a clever way to start a conversation with a good looking guy
but then after the guy volunteered his name, shared that he enjoyed Starbucks coffee as well, totally understood what she was going through, pulled out his wallet and gave her a $5. bill with absolutely no hesitation,
she took the money and returned back to her seat on the other end of the train coach.
Geesh!
I guess all she really wanted was the coffee.
peeplj wrote:
At least for the time being, Starbucks and its ilk are, while not completely out of reach, are reserved only for true caffeine-addressable emergencies.
Besides, I don't actually care much for Starbucks...their roasts are way too dark, so much so that most of the flavor of the coffee actually seems lost.
I was going to suggest instant granules but it sounds like you're too picky to contemplate that...
hyldemoer wrote:One morning (back when I had a job and was riding the train to work every morning) a young woman approached the young man sitting in front of me, introduced herself, mentioned she rode the train every day and had noticed he did too.
She then went on to tell him how embarrassed she was to be so foreward but that day was payday, she'd run low on funds and she was wondering if he could loan her $5. for a Starbucks coffee.
She assured him she'd pay him back the next morning after cashing her pay check.
At the time I was thinking (and I'm pretty sure the young man was thinking the same thing because he was instantly smiling from ear to ear)
what a clever way to start a conversation with a good looking guy
but then after the guy volunteered his name, shared that he enjoyed Starbucks coffee as well, totally understood what she was going through, pulled out his wallet and gave her a $5. bill with absolutely no hesitation,
she took the money and returned back to her seat on the other end of the train coach.
Geesh!
I guess all she really wanted was the coffee.
That sounds like the kind of hard luck story the tramps here make up to get booze money.
mutepointe wrote:For the person going to the island. Maxwell house sells coffee in tea bag type things. We use them when we go primative camping. They're OK.
We take a percolator hiking....
'course we each have about 100# packs....
yeah, 'bout 3-4 miles a day is good....
yeah, outta camp by noon is optimistic.
Did I mention real eggs, potatoes, summer sausage.....
In this order, stack a cup, a Melitta one-serving filter holder, a No. 4 filter, a few teaspoons of coffee. Pour boiling water over the grounds. Allow to drain into cup. Drink.
