There is a 3-foot tall coffee cup in my car.
I'm sure this is a hazard of the trade - of working in the coffee industry. I've already had a few hundred bags of coffee in my car (the best air fresheners around - oh, new tagline!), so it was only natural that a giant mug would find a place as my co-pilot one day.
Hm, maybe "natural" isn't the right word.
Nonetheless, I do admit that it strikes me as odd that not 10-minutes before this entry, my lovely coffee cup was sitting in the front seat of my car, soliciting stares, jutted fingers (not the middle one, to my knowledge), and "...do you see what I see?" connversations from Best Buy shoppers and their small children (AKA soon-to-be Best Buy shoppers).
It makes me rather happy, to be frank.
Truth: There aren't enough oddities in life. Sure, if you drive down Route 66 you'll see more than a few cockroach farms, large balls of string, and the world's smelliest block of Limburger (which, in itself, says something), but in your hometown? The odd is missing. And I like the odd. I like it a lot. I like seeing the unexpected, the unusual, and the downright rubber-neck worthy, stop-dead-in-your-tracks, call-all-your-friends-to-tell-them-about-it kind of displays of not-so ordinary life.
Like the 3-foot tall coffee cup in the front seat of my car.
For those who would like an explanation of the mug of a co-pilot, you'll have to do the following:
- Go to Burlington, Vermont today, Saturday, October 17
- A little before 4:30 PM go into City Hall and then Contois Auditorium
- Enjoy the Fair Trade Celebration - and look for a very large, walking mug of (Fair Trade) coffee. Can't miss it - especially since it'll be giving away Fair Trade coffee samples. And by "it," there is a very high probability I mean "me."