Man, Betty's are at the end of the line to serve me coffee and allow the use of their clean facilities (two luxuries that definitely did not exist on the train).
Speaking of the train, apparently there was some sort of loss of power tonight, or at least that's what I was told by transferring passengers. Good news: the train operators actually got breaks. Bad news: the passengers had to wait for buses that were (cross your fingers) coming eventually in the light rain that consisted of blimp-sized raindrops.
Anyway, the coffee I got from Betty's was one of those well-placed perfect coffees that ultimately has nothing to do with how good the coffee is and everything to do with how the stars aligned with the flavor needs of my tongue. Or something. (What? did I just type that? 10 hour days and a similarly magical Sierra Nevada Pale Ale are a fantastic combination).
I realized today I don't much like Morning Sedition on Air America because the main Mark kinda sucks. I like the crazy lesbian that's on before them though.
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