coffee color

I get up early and walk to my required Ethics class, given by the Real Estate Board of NY.  On the way, I stop at a street vendor to pick up some coffee.  I am very particular about its color.  I like a little more than a tablespoon of half and half…not too light or it tastes milky and not too dark or it’s bitter.

So I’m trying to describe the amount of half and half I want added and the guy who is serving me says, “Ya mean ya want it to be about the same color as me?”  I look at him and his face is a lovely medium brown.  I smile and tell him yes.  So confident am I in his ability to get it right, I don’t bother checking.

When I get to class, I take the lid off my coffee and it is, of course, perfect.  Exactly as I knew it would be.