coffee

beer & frontier, late night bowl of frosted flakes

Standing at the buffet in the kitchen. I'm going to be nice and grind some of Josh's coffee from the Sunflower Market for him. I depress the top of the grinder, hold it, shake it around a few times to get it all right & ground up. But then from the living room or the blue room, I hear Josh activating a grinder, too, and I realize that he's grinding some cheaper coffee, and that I'm wasting his nice stuff. I feel bad, I don't know if the ground coffee will keep or if I will have to toss it. I keep grinding, though, and consider the fact that I'm approaching an espresso grind. Maybe I should stop.