The Morning Coffee

Although I eat breakfast everyday at home before having to spend a whole hour and twenty minutes in traffic to get to work, I don't drink my coffee at home, but in the car.

Why so? Why would anyone prefer to drink uncomfortable in the car, with just one hand while driving, instead of enjoying it siting at home, before melting into the stress of every day life?

Coffee, for me, has relaxing and enjoyable effects. It helps me calm down when I'm nervous, angry or even furious.

So, what I do is simply put my freshly home brewed espresso in my Land Rover coffee mug (I just have the mug, I don't own such an expensive car...) and let it sit in my car until the stress starts.

For the first 20 or 25 minutes of the road it is enough with the radio sounding at full blast and me singing to the newest pop hits -although I am a "metal-head"-. But suddenly, when I start leaving behind the nice and superfluous part of town, where everywhere you look you can see brand new Audi's, Jeep's, Range Rover's, Porsche Cayenne's, Jaguars... and you incorporate in the area of us the mortals, those of us who drive Honda, Toyota, Hyundai, Kia, Mazda..., the traffic is suddenly unbearable.

In my city it seems to be that a convention is held every day, every hour, a convention, for all the worst drivers in the world.

People driving too slow, some drivers going without prudence, and those motorcycles that seem to be a plague (that I personally would like to eradicate).

All of a sudden, I am not the joyful car singer anymore, but someone who is yelling at every car that makes something I don't like. Wishing all those people were not there and hopping for the gas prices to get higher so people cannot afford to take their car out.

The savior Coffee

When I realize that I am already yelling at everyone, I reach my hand a bit to the right, have a sip of my vanilla scented espresso, and my anger drops down. 

All those drivers are lucky that I have my coffee...