Midnight Royal

a.k.a. "What I Did For Good Coffee"

This morning, I was walking by the usual coffee shops and nothing stood out. I reached the corner and suddenly had the urge for a particular blend... midnight royal. Just like that, out of the blue.

But there was a problem. The market that sold midnight royal was six blocks out of the way and I didn't have much time. Sure, it would be a two-minute detour if I were driving or running really fast, unconcerned about becoming roadkill. But on foot, it was a good ten-minute excursion. I could do it, but it would be cutting it close.

Go or don't go? I was about to stand on the corner and agonize when a rogue thought pushed aside my indecision and yelled, "Do it! Do it now! Get the coffee!" With a determined pace and help from some fortuitously synchronized signals, I made it to the market, bought a cup and managed to get to work on time.

And that's what I did for good coffee.