Wake up and steal the coffee
I’m chilling on a Sunday morning, drinking my coffee and eating some cereal. Oscar is down for an early morning nap and Suzy has taken the opportunity to get some more rest before she has to go to work at noon. I’m amazed at what has happened in the last six months, but this is not a post about that. I won’t promise to try and make up for the past six months of perceived silence; you and I both know that I probably won’t post anything again for a while. I read this in the Times this morning and thought I would share it with you, it made me smile – “Wake up and steal the coffee.”
May 12, 2009 at 1:57 am
When I worked in the hotel we had this guy come in for weeks and get a cup of coffee and go sit and read the paper. One of our sales manager’s came to me one day and ask if I knew who he was. We discovered he was keeping his coffee mug in a decorative shelf on the conference floor, would get it each morning, and precede to get his complimentary coffee in the restaurant. I guess he understood the power of a stolen cup of coffee.