There was a van coming to work today, a new "food" van, well in that case it is a coffee van. They sell pastries and coffee. There are loads of small catering businesses on wheels like this one coming, but the coffee van has one thing in particular, apart from coffee: it comes in the middle of the afternoon. To introduce themselves, they were giving free coffee and it was a big success. Except for me. I did not go and pick up my cup.
I usually do not refuse a free drink or meal, but this one I thought I did, for a number of reasons. Firstly because at 2:00PM, I think that drinking coffee is ill advised on a week day, especially when one is quick to suffer from insomnia. I guess I could have taken decaf, but even the taste of coffee has a psychosomatic effect on me: I feel restless, almost on speed, just smelling the darn thing.Coffee has a bad effect on me. This is one of the reasons why I don't like it much and never managed to get hooked on it. My long time readers know that I don't like coffee, a dislike that sometimes grows into contempt. This was, of course, the second reason why I didn't accept the free cup. There is no point taking something free if I won't enjoy it.
I find it ironic that I discovered my dislike of coffee in a country that is now trading its traditional tea for coffee. I say this and I do enjoy sometimes a cup of coffee, to my great surprise, it is usually Italian related. But at 2 o'clock in the afternoon? No way. It is not worth the risk.
19 hours ago