We’d Take Flight

I’ve been spending a lot of time in a coffee shop lately. Let me set the record perfectly straight—I’m not cool. I hate coffee and my legs, not my jeans, are skinny.

I hang out here because my office is cold and loud—a good kind of loud—but when I really need to crank some things out or research an issue, the coffee shop proves a better bet. Also, it is a short walk from where I work, so that is why I don’t seek some more personally-fitting refuge—like a candy buffet or something.

At the coffee...