See the coffee cups on the counter there? They’re the short, white doodads at everyone’s elbow. You may not recognize them as such because they’re so tiny, but that’s the size they used to be. Seriously. These days that wouldn’t even be a good sip.
Back then, though, there weren’t any lattes or mochaccinos or macchiatos, no frappuccinos or espressos, just plain old coffee. Or joe, as they used to call it. In measly little sissy cups.
Coffee mugs today are closer in size to the two stainless steel drums behind the counterman. You need two hands to enjoy your beverage. And forget about finishing it while it’s still hot; there’s no way. In fact, you’ll need to get an early start if you hope to finish it the same morning. That, or a mighty powerful thirst.
Like the kind of thirst I have for an idea. Any idea, regardless of size or flavor. Fresh brewed or day old, I don’t care. I’d just like to have an idea. One. You probably have them all the time, right? I bet you’ve got ‘em coming out of your ears. Gosh, that must be nice. Having ideas, I mean, not the coming out your ears part, although that’s good, too. I imagine.
I sure used to love having them. They were so bright and shiny and new. One idea would keep me entertained for hours; it was always a party. Now? Not.
If you have any ideas you’re not using, please send them to me here at publikworks. I will give them a good home. Thank you for your patronage.
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