For many of us, it’s the only fuel good enough for our human engine in the morning.
It fights back the hangover monster with a vengeance.
It helps us forget the night before; when we got together with Sheila from payroll, drank all her uncle’s homemade wine that tasted like antifreeze, and woke up on a bus full of circus people. In Cleveland.
It keeps us sharp.
It keeps us awake.
It’s the greatest beverage ever created by mammals with opposable thumbs.
Wait… What the hell am I doing?
I hate coffee!
See you in the lobby, kids…