Monday morning. I’m struggling against the storm to get to the 07.10 bus that’ll bring me to IKEA town, Älmhult. I’m dragging my 1000 ml water jug with me.
As the bus driver opens the door and I tumble in with my hair all over the place and the wind howling around me, my bus driver says “Oh wow, you’re so ambitious to drink so much water! Good for you”.
“This? It’s coffee. Good morning.”
To quote a queen, I beat the Borg with it.