Knowing what you want — just a plain cup of coffee, please! (standard:Inspirational stories, 912 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 29 2012	Views/Reads: 2672/1745	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Through the years, I have discovered two important facets of husbandship that has stood me in good stead for many years: a vigorous nod of the head and a rhapsodic “Yes, dear.” Flowers don’t hurt either.

Through the years, I have discovered two important facets of husbandship
that has stood me in good stead for many years: a vigorous nod of the 
head and a rhapsodic “Yes, dear.” Flowers don't hurt either. 

When our recent visit in Ohio concluded, we headed for the airport. I do
not mind traveling, but my least favorite mode is the airplane. The 
reason being, of course, is the airport itself. 

In my opinion, someone devised the modern airport to intimidate the
average traveler. Arriving at the airport, we immediately headed for 
the ticket counter where we received our boarding passes. Then we 
surrendered our luggage to the personnel behind the counter, not 
knowing if we would ever see that same luggage again in our lifetime. 

Someday I hope to visit all the places my luggage has seen. 

Next, we made our way through the security booth. 

As you know, they do not permit metal through this gate. If a passenger
passes through and a buzzer goes off, he is summoned back for guards to 
examine his personal effects to detect the offensive object. I went 
through about 17 times. Not until I got down to my underwear did the 
security personnel determine there must be a defect in the radar 
detection equipment. (I plan to file my briefs in a Florida court this 
week.) 

Finally, we left the security area and I started feeling a little more
confident until we came to a big sign over the entryway. My wife and I 
found little comfort in the words written: Terminal Entrance. Contrary 
to their “friendly” little sign, I did, in fact have plans of 
returning. 

Our flight plan called for a two hour stopover before arriving at our
final destination. Nothing quite compares to spending a free hour or 
two at an airport. Did I say “free?” Allow me to recount that opinion. 

There is absolutely nothing free at an airport. I cannot prove it, but I
am sure they have figured out a way to charge for the air we breathe. 

For instance, a 15 cent cup of coffee can cost in the neighborhood of
$17.95. I don't even like visiting that neighborhood. If I lived there, 
I would move. 

However, being the good natured, charming individual that I am, it does
not take much to make me happy. All I need to allay any stress is a 
simple cup of coffee. Have you ever noticed how things seem to go a lot 
easier with a steaming jolt of java? 

With a full hour to spare at the airport, my wife and I looked for
something to occupy our time. Then I espied the perfect diversion. With 
a mischievous twinkle in my left eye, I looked at my wife and said, 
“Let's get a cup of coffee and relax a while.” 

One thing I can always count on my wife, she knows a good thing when she
hears it. Unfortunately, she does not hear it too often from my lips. 
Walking over to the coffee shop and, being the man, I approached the 
counter to place our order. “I would like two regular coffees,” I said 
with anticipation to the young woman behind the counter. The thing that 
makes a man a man is that he always knows what he wants. It is that 
confidence that separates the men from the boys. 

The young woman looked at me, snapped her chewing gum several times and
said in a monotone, “Marvelous, you want espresso or cappuccino?” 

“No, Miss,” I replied as cool and sophisticated as any gentleman you
will ever meet. “No, Miss. We just want two plain coffees.” 

She looked at me as only a waitress behind a counter can and rattled off
names I have never heard before. As best I could understand, they were 
flavors or kinds of espresso coffee. 

Finally, when she took a breath I jumped in and said with all the
confidence I could muster without compromising my good nature, “No, 
Miss. I don't want any espresso, just a regular cup of coffee.” 



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