April Fool’s coffee
Today is April Fool’s Day, a day whose principle I abhor. The joy of a prank lies in the surprise, so to set aside a single day as the time for tomfoolery can not effectively divert the tricks and jokes that will happen throughout the year, instead turning April Fools into no more than a holiday for assholes. I suspect that the usually mischievous people at the office feel the same way, since nothing out of the ordinary has been inflicted on anyone yet today. Anyhow, know that anything I say today will be said with the same sincerity I’m able to muster on any other day.
The coffee shop I frequent keeps giving me things for free. I wonder if they’re doing enough business to stay afloat, since it seems odd that they would try to encourage a loyal $1.87 a day, especially since I usually pay with a credit card. For background, there are four coffee shops in the area: two Starbuckses, a Caribou, and a Port City Java, a smaller chain from North Carolina. I started looking for alternative coffee sources after that abominable machine was installed in the break room. I refuse to drink at Starbucks, and I don’t care one way or the other about Caribou, so I settled on Port City, the closer of the two to the office. I guess that was a couple months ago, so I’ve since become a familiar face, and the last few Fridays they’ve given me free coffee and congratulated me for coming in every day of the past week to feed my addiction. Yesterday I decided to try some of the chocolate-covered espresso beans they keep on the counter, and they gave me those for free, too. I really hope they’re not going out of business any time soon. Turning around on Holcomb Bridge to leave Caribou would be a real pain.