I get cranky without coffee. It’s rare that I go a day without a cup.
The conversation that I had with the woman at the Wegmans in Auburn, NY, was a short and interesting one.
Frankly, the banter was not that interesting. It was interesting to me, however. I’ve told the abridged version twice thus far.
The time was just after 5 p.m., and no traces of coffee could be found in my system. That’s what my brain was reminding me, going off like a dissonant red-numbered snooze bray.
Out of desperation and passing by the Dunkin Donuts, the decision was made to opt for the grocery store than the chain. Essentially Wegmans is a grocery store chain, but the Rochester-based knowledge and comfort of it being a quintessential supermarket is the lesser of two corporate evils.
I strolled in with coffee-less delusion and b-lined it for the coffee bar. The obstacles, which were the directionless cart-toting customers, made it that much more tempting to hurdle over the food hubs to get the hot beverage that much more quickly. After all, the fastest route between two places is a straight line.
I asked her, if I could please have a red eye. She looked at me as if I had red eyes. Her head tilted, and she asked: “Um, what’s that?”
“It’s a shot of espresso in a cup of coffee,” I replied.
“That’s a pretty fancy way of saying it,” she said. “Where are you from? The city?”
“Syracuse?” I replied (as a question).
“Oh. Close enough,” she said.
I gave her a head nod up.
Thoughts wandered at that lull. Wegmans should install a saloon when its A-OK it booze and shop. This is especially true for the stores with two-level cafe areas, especially the one in Fairmount — the one I frequent. The Syracuse/Fairmount/The-Camillus-One cafe second floor has a railing that you can lean over and gawk at shoppers from above.
(Hey! Hey! You got the fake Oreos!)
It’s easy to spot someone at the coffee bar, which is diagonally located from the bakery. Calling someone yellow-bellied for opting for a beverage sans espresso could yield a shot from the hip that could slump the heckler to send them over the railing and down to the floor below.
But Wegmans would have to find room for a piano.
I wanted to make small talk, because my brain was as excited as a dog is upon seeing its humans come home. (Espresso!) Surprisingly, it didn’t take a dump on the carpet for waiting so long.
We talked about the rain and the Dannemora prison break, how Sweat was shot and captured. We both looked up at the television to see the guy, bloodied and cuffed, on the ground.
The barista: She’s a good egg. Considering — I think — the coffee station may have been ready to close up shop. So, thank you.
“The Donut Blend is fresh,” she said.
What I heard: The donuts are fresh. I wanted to say: Listen, I have a wedding that I’m standing in that is less than a month away, I don’t need donuts. My brain was infuriated. It wanted to go jack-in-the-box with a clown face, bearing burning eyes.
It’s bad enough — well, this actually isn’t a bad thing per se — that David at work is generous enough to buy The Citizen and Skaneateles Journal staffs doughnuts every Friday, and that I have to talk to the donuts as I slowly back away.
However, if I got my coffee at Skaneateles Bakery, I’d walk away with two donuts — no more, no less. There is a personal preference for the plain and coconut-coated treats. Them donuts are some of the best around, and the dunkability is a 10.
There was no way I’d be feeling guilty about consuming donuts … because it just won’t happen today.
“Pardon?” I finally asked her, breaking from my inner dialogue.
“I just put out the Donut Shop Blend coffee.”
“Ah,” I tactfully replied while looking over at the carafes. I’ve never had that. I’ve gone for Columbian or Seattle, but not the medium blend coffee, which ended up being satisfying and got the job done.
She hesitated handing me the cup. “I think I put too much in there,” she said.
Nonsense!, said brain. “I’m sure it’s fine,” I said.
The cup was filled halfway with espresso. My eyes were looking at about seven/eight ounces of espresso.
“This is great,” I said. “Thank you so much.” At this rate, I’d be going to bed around 3 a.m. (I went to bed at 1:15 a.m.)
The rest of the 16 oz. cup was filled with Donuts.
I play with words and invisible objects.
A mind, a pen and a piece paper have the best relationship ever.
"Remember this--if you shut your mouth, you have your choice."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald