Morning Coffee

The other morning I had coffee in this bunny biker coffee bar in the Litchfield Hills of Connecticut. I was happily sipping my “beverage” from this charming bunny mug and simply enjoying my view of all the Harley paraphernalia posted on the walls, when, without warning, the handle of the mug just let loose–broke right off–spilling the coffee right on my lap. I brought the mug back to the counter and, all apologetically, explained to the barista what happened. After first inquiring as to whether my pants were wet and what I wanted to do about it, and me saying I’m really sorry about the mug, she said: “Don’t worry about it. We get all our mugs from the dump.”