Greetings zealots, and heathens and…how does the rest go?….web people or something or other?…oh forget it…

Sam Spade didn't need no Tim Hortons....

So, 48 hours without my Tim Horton’s double-double have past. I finally broke down and got a coffee from another coffee joint. I will not name the place, since I love their tomato bisque, and I am sure there is nothing wrong with their coffee, but it just wasn’t right. The taste is all wrong. Or maybe Tim’s put some manner of heroin in their coffee. I don’t know. But the replacement tasted all blah.

It’s like the hero in noir fiction, right? He is in love with a woman, cannot be with her, so he has these relationships with other women, but they never work out because, ultimately they don’t measure up to the true love….or something. I was totally going somewhere with this… Oh right, the half-baked metaphor I was going for there is that non-Tim Horton’s coffee is the other women. Which would make me Sam Spade or something? I think I have confused myself with my own metaphor….