Short Story : ' Just A Regular Coffee '

Drinking Coffee Elsewhere is a very interesting story that brings up a number of thought-provoking issues in a relatively short format. Among these are questions of race, identity, and stereotyping. The narrator of the story is a young woman named Dina who feels lonely and confused in her new surroundings. As a poor, African American female at Yale (which the narrator portrays as a rich, male, and subtlety racist institution) she has difficulty adapting to the expectations of the university. From the very beginning, her differences set her apart from her classmates, until, from her point of view, she becomes a pariah, invisible and despised by the community. Of course, one must view

For a more than half of clan, the fine they free their eyes, they are already rational about grabbing a cup of java. More than 83 percent of Americans drink coffee quotidian, with most consuming at least 2 to 3 topping-bouts a day. Whether you prepare by fermentation it at domicile or clutch some at a topical eatery, coffee seems to have become a mainstay in most people's quotidian life. So what is the foot streak when it comes to whether coffee is deemed of good health or not? With more than 1.5 billion topping-bout being served up quotidian, one can only trust it is a of good health choice.

In ZZ Packer’s book entitled Drinking Coffee Elsewhere, we get to see how African Americans cope with their different situations dealing with family, friendship, religion, and the pursuit of prosperity in the world. Within the short story collection there is a story named after the title, Drinking Coffee Elsewhere, where we get to see the pressures put on a young African American woman, Dina, that causes her to resort to near complete isolation of herself. Dina says at one point, “We spent the winter and some of the spring in my room- never hers- missing tests, listening to music, looking out my window to comment on people who wouldn’t have given us a second thought”(Packer 140). Dina feels the need

Standing at the top of the stairs, the savory scent of baking biscuits drifted up from the kitchen below. She could understand why Fiona’s traveling salesman always picked this room. The luscious aroma filled the house with mouth-watering delight. The growling of her stomach led her to the dining room where she slid into a chair at an already empty table.

When Maude entered it took all of Ginny's strength not to gasp. It was a dark red dress that almost appeared as if someone had dunked it in red wine.The dress was adorned with lace white flowers up and down the middle of the front and the bodice, as well as the sleeves. It was absolutely and utterly hideous. All the dress accomplished was making Maude's large frame protruding mole seem to protrude even more. Ginny wondered if Maude even noticed that mole, because it seemed to have no affect on her mood whatsoever.

"You don't have to say anything, see your shock smiling face is enough for me to see. I wanted to do this because this garden reminds me of you. You always say you're not pretty or perfect but to me you remind of this place even a flower has a flaw somewhere but they still come out beautiful like you did" he said smiling at her while she looks away with a slight blush on her face. She couldn't show it but she was really happy that he did this for her of all people.

“Remember we were looking for something pretty for me to work on. I came up with another idea.”

"you're unbelievable" Braeden voiced breathlessly. she still was in awe that such a selfless, caring human could exist.

“Shut up, shut up, they're coming back,” April said, interrupting Murray after she saw that the old man and the old woman was exiting the house and coming out on the porch. As they neared, the old man could still clearly be heard continuing on with his tirade about the old woman's insistence on celebrating the holiday.

“Whatever, that could just be coincidence. Maybe she wears violet perfume, and happened to have her nails painted red.”

Her gaze shifted away from him. “Gawain, I lost my last pregnancy. Who knows what’ll happen with the next one.”

“Oh of course! I must have gone off the track, but just seeing you is so good!” Ms. Robertson said blushing a little. “How could I help you?”

She herself was a happy character, and would always run into her father's arms after her day at kindergarten. She always came home with elaborate yet messy crayon drawings for him to hang of the fridge, and they always came with a smile and a hug. Her father was a caring man. Receiving his daughter’s often unneat and confusing artwork was always the highlight of the day. He would walk down the dusty road, hands in pockets and hazel eyes straight ahead to the school bus stop. His daughter would exit the bus and she would run into his arms, her auburn hair flying behind her. That was before he left, and she would always walk home

Entering my local Tim Horton’s coffee shop on a chilly November morning my attention made eye contact with the smiling, friendly server who greeted me, "Good Morning Sir, what can I get you today?" Basking in the fresh aromatic bouquet floral, fruit-like roast coffee, my selection became so obvious to me, “ a large, double-double of your dark roast coffee please.” My senses of inner warmth and comfort were triggered by the anticipation of sipping that very brew.

Coffee shops are well known as a place where you can get any types of coffee and related coffee beverages any time you want and need. Many coffee houses nowadays are serving also some food, snacks and desserts. Some of coffee shops turned into huge business and large companies like Starbucks.