I said no to the coffee but yes to the date.
When the strange man wouldn't quit staring at me while I nursed my baby, I finally lost it and asked him if he wanted some for his coffee.
As I dropped my spare change into his cup and heard a splash, I was horrified to realize he was not a homeless person begging for money but just a guy on the corner enjoying his coffee.
Every Wednesday morning on my way to chemotherapy, I stop at Starbucks for a tall black and white, even though I can't drink it, just to remind myself of the freedom I've lost to this disease.
Yesterday I drank the result of not washing the dishes: coffee with clipped nails and chewing gum.
We never did finish our campfire discussion over when coffee stops tasting like crap and starts to taste like coffee.
I take sip of sweet icy coffee, look at him across the table as the cool autumn wind caresses my hair and for a moment find peace.
I knew it would be a bad day when the bagel place told me they would have to fill the rest of my coffee cup with decaf.