Thursday, April 28, 2011

Baby wants his coffee just so

Flew from New York to Toronto. Thunderstorms delayed us at the airport. It rained with such violence. I thought rain had a terminal velocity. Does it usually fall slow?

The coffee brought to me inflight was sugary. It was supposed to be black, bitter. I didn't drink it. I tried to get a new cup but I wasn't assertive enough. The whole minor incident put me in such a foul mood. I was completely unhappy to see Toronto. It is distressing to contain such infantile feelings and impulses, especially when their origin is just a cup of coffee gone wrong.


  1. While a student in college I lived in Toronto for an 8 month work term. The drives back there on a Sunday night elicited the same response from me (though it nothing to do with bad coffee).

  2. I'm lucky to have a lovely social circle here in Toronto, but I confess I'm not taken with the city itself, as I suppose my entry betrays.