more and more wired as she goes, no doubt). The pot ought to be on a trivet or something, she's going to wreck the kitchen table's finish. No one's going to enjoy
Airway Coffee - guaranteed not to go down your airway even if you swallow it funny - was an A&P brand. I've never heard of it, though. My mother went to the Grand Union, never the A &P, and she was strictly an instant coffee type. Plus we didn't have an eat-in kitchen with a table. Or a coffee maker. I have both of those things now, but I tend to just slosh instant in a cup and get on with it. I write about coffee a lot, and I love good coffee. But I'm kind of lazy, too. Maybe if I could get some Airway Coffee I'd be inspired to drag out the coffee machine and make a pot. Then I'll get my iPod and start texting madly as I drink cup after cup. Sounds like a great morning plan. Maybe tomorrow.
Does anyone else think the ad lady's head is changing size with every cup she drinks? Maybe I don't want any Airway Coffee, after all.
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