Coffee Crisis
What if all the coffee disappeared?
Tim's Writers Studio 05/01/25 Coffee Crisis
Coffee Crisis
My wife came back from the kitchen with an astonished look on her face.
“There’s no coffee!”
“Waddya mean no coffee? I replied. I thought we bought coffee the other day. What happened?”
“No coffee!” she said holding up the empty tin we usually keep our whole beans in. She turned it upside down and shook it. A puff of dust floated down onto the countertop.
“Fucking Trump and his goddam tariffs happened, that’s what.” she said. “They had coffee last week down at the Vista store. They were selling it by the single bean. We could only afford enough to last the weekend. Now it’s Monday and that’s all that’s gone. They’ve offered to give us a loan but our credit score has to be in the low 800s, “So we’re fucked,” she concluded.
“Fucked coffee-less,” I said as the penny dropped. “What about the neighbors? Do any of them have coffee?”
“Maybe. “I’ll go see.”
Vanessa was back in a few minutes.” Any luck?” I asked.
“Donna doesn’t, the other Donna doesn’t either and she only drinks decaf anyway.”
I groaned with disappointment. “What about the Wilsons next door?”
“From the lack of cars in their driveway I’d say they’ve gone for the week,” Vanessa said. Probably went up to their place in Maine.” Vanessa’s eyes narrowed and a slight smile crossed her lips. “Don’t we know which flowerpot has their spare house key?’
“That’s breaking and entering,” I reminded her. “A gross misdemeanor, by the way. A Judge might give us a bit of a break considering it’s for coffee.”
Vanessa was already peering between the window blinds onto Wilson’s driveway. “Shit!!” she said, snapping back from the glass. “The sister’s still in there,” I can see the dogs.”
“This is crazy,” I said. “Let’s go down to Wayfarer, that coffee shop downtown. They must have something. I’ll get the Kruggerands.”