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Monday, 12 April 2010
The Perfect Cup for Coffee!
To say that the mug from which you drink your coffee (or alternative hot beverage of choice) is not important, is like saying that oxygen is overrated....it is important. Let me tell you the saddest tale of them all, the tale of my quest for the perfect cup for coffee ….
So over the course of my time spent in NYC, I had asked a couple of people about the cup that I was seeking…they just looked at me funny (was it my stupid accent putting people off again??..."please sir/ ma'am, don't ask me to say "that's not a knoife...this is a knooife…anymore”)
So, anyhoo, it was my last day in NY, I had until 11pm that night until I jumped on that midnight bus up to Montreal; it was sunny and 31 degrees with 100% humidity so I decided to go for a walk in Central Park..
I nipped into the MOMA (Museum of Modern Art) on route...air conditioning-yes!! And thought I might squeeze in a bit of culture but alas the queue was mahoooosive, so I browsed the shop instead and 'badda bing badda bam'…there’s the mug! “So cool” I thought, “It really is the best NYC souvenir I’ve seen and just look at that shape...the size...the gentle curve of the lip… I’m definitely going to get one”
"Hmmm, ceramic eh" I thought, “I’d rather not carry it around the park with me; I shall collect it on my way back".
I checked the store closing time, "9pm, ripper! Loads of time…" So I walked out of the store and said to the girl behind the counter, in my best Arnie Schwarzenegger voice… "I’ll be back” (actually that part didn’t really happen)...
So after a lovely afternoon in the park, the heat starts to subside I start to walk around the city, here, there, everywhere, it’s awesome, I have to agree with those T-shirts...I love NY! It’s about 7pm by this time, so I reckon I’ll start to head back to the MOMA shop….I rock up to the door and it is CLOSED!!! What! It was meant to be open till 9pm…I’m confused, upset, hot and sweaty, how can this be? Then I checked the opening times… Noooooooo!! I’d read the opening times for wrong bloody day!!!! Friday till 9pm …Mon-Thu till 6.30pm….and it was Tuesday...and I was leaving the city in 2 ½ hours. To say I was peeved is putting it politely. I really, really wanted one, my happy dreams of drinking coffee from it dashed to the ground, like cheap porcelain...
Why can life be so unkind...?
So over the course of my time spent in NYC, I had asked a couple of people about the cup that I was seeking…they just looked at me funny (was it my stupid accent putting people off again??..."please sir/ ma'am, don't ask me to say "that's not a knoife...this is a knooife…anymore”)
So, anyhoo, it was my last day in NY, I had until 11pm that night until I jumped on that midnight bus up to Montreal; it was sunny and 31 degrees with 100% humidity so I decided to go for a walk in Central Park..
I nipped into the MOMA (Museum of Modern Art) on route...air conditioning-yes!! And thought I might squeeze in a bit of culture but alas the queue was mahoooosive, so I browsed the shop instead and 'badda bing badda bam'…there’s the mug! “So cool” I thought, “It really is the best NYC souvenir I’ve seen and just look at that shape...the size...the gentle curve of the lip… I’m definitely going to get one”
"Hmmm, ceramic eh" I thought, “I’d rather not carry it around the park with me; I shall collect it on my way back".
I checked the store closing time, "9pm, ripper! Loads of time…" So I walked out of the store and said to the girl behind the counter, in my best Arnie Schwarzenegger voice… "I’ll be back” (actually that part didn’t really happen)...
So after a lovely afternoon in the park, the heat starts to subside I start to walk around the city, here, there, everywhere, it’s awesome, I have to agree with those T-shirts...I love NY! It’s about 7pm by this time, so I reckon I’ll start to head back to the MOMA shop….I rock up to the door and it is CLOSED!!! What! It was meant to be open till 9pm…I’m confused, upset, hot and sweaty, how can this be? Then I checked the opening times… Noooooooo!! I’d read the opening times for wrong bloody day!!!! Friday till 9pm …Mon-Thu till 6.30pm….and it was Tuesday...and I was leaving the city in 2 ½ hours. To say I was peeved is putting it politely. I really, really wanted one, my happy dreams of drinking coffee from it dashed to the ground, like cheap porcelain...
Why can life be so unkind...?
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