coffee pride

I'm sitting at Ritual, as is my Sunday ritual. I have a half pound of Guatemala el injertal freshly ground and waiting for me. The guy behing the counter asked what I got this week, and I told him. "You always make good choices," he said. I didn't even know he was keeping track, or that he remembered me, as, to be honest, I didn't remember him.

"You liked the Rwana," he said.
"Yeah. I did. I tried the, what was it, the chamberi last week, and I don't know, it put me a little on edge, more jittery."
"It's a light roast, so there's more caffiene in it, "He explained."

It's not a bad time here. Not bad at all.