That Cup of Coffee can Land you in a Soup

Coffee shops have long been a haunt for fabled novelists. Before the advent of roving technology, a barnacle with ruffled hair, chewed pencils and dog-eared notepads were alright, but modern laptop squatters are resented by Baristas for their patronage. This necessitated rulebooks to be set for Laptop in Coffee Shop Etiquette, with obvious pointers like

Keep buying things at the cafe.
Don't steal the bandwidth.
Don't hog the electrical outlet.

To read the rest of the list on coffee shop etiquette, go to Suite 101.

One of the coffee-shop chains in New York City has become infamous for attracting nabbers who make off with your laptop, along with that Pulitzer-worthy work.

During my 10-day visit to New York City recently, I barely had time to sit down for a minute’s rest, let alone squander it with my laptop in a coffee shop, which takes 5 minutes just to come alive. Way longer than my coffee lasts.

Wake up call, where art thou?

Moving home is fun, what with all the clothes and things you get to give away, and start a fresh chapter of life with one and a half bag by your side.

On the other hand its stressful as hell, as you keep cleaning and ruthlessly discarding the incomplete puzzle pieces. The least you expect after zipping about town and airports, is a decent cup of Joe to stay afloat through the 16 hour journey (with 12 hours of layover) from coast to coast. I've had worse experiences.

Like tugging around 20 lb bags across 2 miles from one wing of Detroit airport to another looking for my caffeine fix wasn't enough, what was handed to me was a weak and barely warm cup of coffee. I muttered curses under my breath to the bimbo behind the counter and emptied the glass in the coffee shop's trash can, as if I was pouring the poor excuse over her head.

Glass - Bicchiere (Photo credit: funadium)

With 7 more hours to kill, and sleep eluding despite the aching muscles, i wandered to spend some $$, a surefire way to replicate the rush a $2 glass of coffee could have easily managed. The salesperson at the memorabilia store recommended I take the express train and head north where I'd find a Starbucks. My hopes were raised, and I  quickened my pace. Their vanilla latte was hardly passable by Starbucks' own standard, whether it be their cafes in New Jersey, New York city or Erie. Completely disillusioned by now, I switched to sipping ice cold water and orange juice.

Ikea

Even coffee poster in IKEA rocks!

Clicked this while drawing long sips from my Java cup, after a hectic afternoon of shopping.