Coffee, Everything I Do...

Every time I turn on the radio, I look for that station with songs from the 90's and I remember those years of impetus and adventures, thousands of images, flavors, sounds, go through my mind, there I remember how impressive the human mind can be, I was gifted with a photographic memory.

I walk through the section of anecdotes and I relive a very funny one....

That day I had a sense of deja vu in every action, breath, instant. Fortunately, there is that magic link that makes possible my connection with the most objective reality, coffee.

It is true that everyone calls me Einstein, some do it with sarcasm and envy, my superlative IQ insults them, and I am not looking to brag, but when I opened the kitchen drawers, there was no coffee, can you believe it, what cautious man exhausts his coffee reserves without noticing it? something is going on in my head, maybe it's someone else's conspiracy, I was robbed, I have multiple personality, many conjectures, we must look for loose ends, evidence, time is running out, I must be on time for work, deciphering this enigma will take hours or even days, the mills will also take time to process the seed, the cafeteria is closed, I'm going crazy, it's better to run before I lose this challenge.

I couldn't think of anything but my need to take the sip of relief, I got into my car without a clear idea, all the traffic lights on red, and suddenly I look to the right, what was always there and I didn't know how to see it, the funeral home.

I put on my black coat and entered the first room, everyone was dismayed, something told me that this death was a surprise, suddenly my face was a poem when I saw the hydration service coming, the turbulent river inside me began to follow its course, but it was a sad mirage, the big thermoses contained chamomile tea, I have nothing against it, but it was not what my body was asking for.

Before hanging up my slippers, I visited another room feigning mistake, right of admission reserved and there was no more to do, everyone already had their coffee in hand, the next round was in 45 minutes, I will not give up, how many rooms are here, God, so many people died yesterday in this city!

Third time's the charm, I quickly went to the end of the hall, it was time to use my acting skills to avoid being accosted and kicked out of the place, I remembered the terrible death of my dog Firulais and a tear ran down my cheek, my God, what a great pain, I only had 10 minutes.

I peeked my visibly affected face and quickly, with the eye of an eagle, I saw the service woman with the coffee tray pass by the last room, I ran like a feline after a gazella, it was a rush of pure adrenaline, I took two and ran out to the parking lot.

I arrived 2 minutes late to the office, my boss asked me: Did one of your relatives die? I saw you running desperately at the funeral home!

I kept silent and then I told him: They played a cruel joke on me!

My boss replied: What about the coffee?

— I didn't taste it, it was for the two security guards!

It was a madness that I will never forget and possibly never tell again.