fishing for coffee

After sending Anne off to work at 3:30 am (she works nightshifts as a call center supervisor), I was left alone on a street where none of the stores were open, except for a burger stand and a fish petshop. I needed some coffee. I ran out of supplies at home. The burger stand had some six different type of iced tea, several kinds of Pepsi, and bottled water of various sizes. But no coffee. The attendant at the fish petshop told me that, on the day fish came to like coffee, they would begin selling some.

And so the waiting begins.