Surprisingly Good (Not a VG Story)
(This isn’t related to video games. It could be considered part of that insomniac/writer cliche though).
I went into my bank to deposit some money just now and grabbed a cup of complimentary coffee on my way out. It was one of the best cups I’ve had in months.
Allow me to elucidate. I use words like elucidate and own a french press. I am a coffee hipster and have been an enthusiast literally my entire life. I carried a tumbler to high school, drank gallons during gaming sessions in middle school (when not partaking in mountain dew), and met some great friends in coffee bars on college campus.
I was doomed to the life when my trucking grandpa first handed me a cup while tagging along on a semi-truck route from St. Cloud, MN to… I can’t remember where.
I’m not and never will be a morning person. I can’t make it out the door without that dark, robust, bitter, caffeinated ambrosia picking me up.
I can drink coffee for nearly every occasion. A lighter roast with some cream for the mid day rut, a beverage as black as the devil’s hooves to get me through a really late night, and that thick gasoline brew called espresso for after a filling meal.
The cup I enjoyed at the bank this morning was unexpected. Truth be told I wouldn’t have grabbed a cup if not for the incredibly happy man in line before me. He mentioned the coffee to me in passing. We shared a cup. It was brewed in an industrial powered locomotive engine, had little Styrofoam cups, chemically separated sugar, and powdered non-dairy creamer. And it was excellent. Maybe I got the ratios right just perfect for sweet and bitter. Maybe the completely casual, never-gonna-see-this-guy again conversation accentuated the coffee. Who knows maybe the karmic coffee Gods thought it was time I had something unexpectedly pleasant occur in the midst of this month of literal shit.
Wherever you are Winsomniacs, I hope you find a cup of serendipitous joy today.