A perfect morning: sitting in front of an ever-decreasing pot of coffee while jabbering on the phone (getting that. Although it will give her something to talk about.
more and more wired as she goes, no doubt). The pot ought to be on a trivet or something, she’s going to wreck the kitchen table’s finish. No one’s going to enjoy
Airway Coffee – guaranteed not to go down your airway even if you swallow it funny – was an A&P brand. I’ve never heard of it, though. My mother went to the Grand Union, never the A &P, and she was strictly an instant coffee type. Plus we didn’t have an eat-in kitchen with a table. Or a coffee maker. I have both of those things now, but I tend to just slosh instant in a cup and get on with it. I write about coffee a lot, and I love good coffee. But I’m kind of lazy, too. Maybe if I could get some Airway Coffee I’d be inspired to drag out the coffee machine and make a pot. Then I’ll get my iPod and start texting madly as I drink cup after cup. Sounds like a great morning plan. Maybe tomorrow.
Does anyone else think the ad lady’s head is changing size with every cup she drinks? Maybe I don’t want any Airway Coffee, after all.