Coffee

One of my bad habits is getting coffee outside. I know it’s expensive; I know the disposable cups are bad; and yet I do it anyway. Something about walking with a hot cup in my hand just makes me feel much more like other people. Like I’m busy, like I’m going somewhere, like I can multitask.

An especially notorious version of this habit is getting coffee while waiting for the train. Not only that the coffee at the train stations is ridiculously expensive, it also creates a new problem for me. I only have one hand that I can use to hold things. It’s either holding the coffee or getting a good grip and getting on the train. And so I wait, hoping someone will have a free hand to help me. Or I just take a few big sips, right before the doors open.