The guy at the train station coffee stand just said to me, “Speaking as someone who’s been in coffee for seven years, even I can’t tell the difference between regular and decaf.” Now, one hates to be too much of a snob about these things, but honestly, when did slinging coffee and day old donuts for suburban commuters become an occupation worthy of profession credentialing?
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