I sat in Tully's for about three hours today, in between my Japanese class and waiting for my private student (as a favour forEdgar who is holidaying in South America now!!).
Reading this literally made me laugh out loud-
"When the coffee arrived, the hero drank only a small amount. "This tastes terrible," he said. It is one thing for him not to eat meat, and it is another thing for him to make Grandfather loiter in the car asleep, but it is another thing for him to slander our coffee. "YOU WILL DRINK THE COFFEE UNTIL I CAN SEE MY FACE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE CUP!" I did not mean to roar. "But it's a clay cup." "I DO NOT CARE!" He finished the coffee. "You did not have to finish it," I said, because I could perceive that he was rebuilding the Great Wall of China with shit bricks. "It's OK," he said, and put the cup down on the table. "It was really good coffee. Delicious. I'm stuffed." "What?" "We can go wherever you want." A simpleton, I thought. Two tons."
- An excerpt from "Everything Is Illuminated" by Jonathan Safran Foer