My hotel room had no coffee for the maker, so I pulled on my jeans and went to the front desk in the lobby. The desk clerk offered me the standard franchise-branded K-cup, the smiled.
Then, he said, "You should try just go down the block to Java Fresh if you want something exceptional."
He was convincing. Next thing I knew, I was marching barefoot and braless down the street. But… it was for coffee, so, all good, right?
Littlejohn02
2024-05-16 09:15:30 +0000 UTC