“Why are there so many fountains around here?”
“Why on earth do you have closing times on this gigantic library? It’s cruel to make students come all the way here to refer to archaic material they can’t check out and can’t finish using in one sitting, only to haul themselves back home every morning at 1 am.”
“There were more fruit trees around the last time I was here. They probably want you to buy your fruits now. No free lunches, eh?”
“Center of Silicon Valley, and insufficient street lighting… I guess no one wants to mug all these rich kids? Give me one week in this place…”
“Is that a skunk on the children’s playground? Talk about animal cruelty…”
His mind works in mysterious ways.
Well anyway, Nuff is a coffee nut. So he’s always looking out for that next great brew. I showed him the places that sold coffee around, and in a couple of days he’d been to all of them already.
“The cafes around the campus all sell coffee at ridiculously high prices. Come to think of it, they must all have joint ownership, or be part of the same parent holding. They’ve jacked the rates up in tandem.”
That was true.
“The bookstore, however, sells coffee at 50 cents a cup.”
I already knew that, but I asked him how they managed that.
“Well, its probably run by the University. So they aren’t particular about the quality of the coffee, or anything else there, for that matter”.
I asked him what he thought about the coffee.
“The bookstore coffee was terrible. So terrible, that I think you’re paying 50 cents just for the take-away cup. If you took your own cup there, they’d probably pay you to drink in it”.
So much for that. I asked him which place had the best coffee.
“I’m going to stick to the bookstore cafe.”
I didn’t quite ask why, but I found out soon enough.
We went up to the bookstore cafe one morning, and it was during classes so there weren’t many people about. The girl at the counter seemed rather bored, but she stood up as soon as we stepped in. She was rather pretty.
“I got this”.
Boy, did he.
“Hey, what would you like?”
“I want your best coffee. What can you get me?”
He gave her a wide smile. I didn’t really see him do that very often, and I still can’t place what happened next.
“You were here yesterday as well, weren’t you? I still wouldn’t recommend anything here, honey.”
“If I brought you here, what would you have?”
I was a bit taken aback. That seemed rather blunt, and before I could step in and say anything…
“Oh, you would’t be bringing me here for the best coffee now, would you?”
“You’re right, I wouldn’t.”
“You’d be taking me someplace far nicer.”
“I would, wouldn’t I? This wouldn’t do you any justice.”
“Yea, you would.”
This was absurd. She was blushing, and he’d done nothing at all.
“Why don’t I take you to a place where there’s really good coffee?”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
“I know you are.”
Now this was just ridiculous. Nuff was grinning like a nutter elf.
“I still want coffee now.”
“I’m off in an hour.”
“Hmm, sounds reasonable. That better be good coffee, if I’m going to have to wait for it.”
“I brew it myself, in my dorm room.”
“I’ll see you in an hour then.”
“Meet me outside. I’m Erica.”
“To good times and great coffee, Erica.”
He gave her another smile, and simply strolled out.
I was left standing there, holding 50 cents in my hand for the coffee.
“Erm, I’ll take a medium coffee, please…”
Nuff didn’t come back till late that evening. I asked him if the coffee kept him awake.
“Spicy coffee does that to me, yeah.”
Nuff makes new friends really well. He was settling in.
Nuff said – “I’m bringing the ‘cool’ back to ‘masculine’.”
What a nutter…