He found himself pulling into the parking lot in front of Caribou Coffee. As he walked inside he felt the aesthetic warmth of the wood and earth tone decor and felt better about life. The gas fireplace was lit in the corner to add to the ambient warmth. Placing his order for a large Latte he thought about how wonderful it was to be able to enjoy the simple pleasure of a cup of coffee in a comfortable space.
As he stood at the end of the counter waiting for the espresso machine work its magic his eyes wandered perused the one pound bags of coffee waiting to be purchased... Guatemala, Costa Rica, Rwanda, Kenya, Yemen. As he pondered the farmers working the fields in these far away places and all that had to go into getting the beans from the fields of Africa and South and Central American to his cup he thought, "Perhaps, even the simple pleasures in life aren't so simple after all." This his eyes came to rest on a bag labelled "Fair Trade." "Why," he wondered, "do we need such labels on bags of coffee?" Publish
His phone bagan to vibrated in his pocket indicating that he had received an email message. It was a response to his facebook status update, it simply read, "Who cares! Life's Shrt, praty on :-)" Laughing at his 'friends' lousy use of a phone keyboard he thought knew that he still cared about the answer.
Feeling comfortably alone in the coffee shop filled with others he sat down in a large leather chair to read the morning paper.
