This morning my wife woke me up and asked if I would like to go to the new
coffee shop that just opened down the street.  My wife, my son and I went.
It was a quiet and quaint place and we were greeted with smiles.  We even
ran into a friend of ours.  I ordered their house blend, my wife ordered
hazelnut something, and my 3 1/2 year old son devoured a chocolate muffin.
I sat down so that I could see into the kitchen ... and watched while I
nursed the house blend.  At some point the lady working there asked if
either of us would like the extra glass of hazelnut coffee they had poured.
We both graciously declined and she walked around offering it to the other
customers.  It ended up on the tray with the other dishes and went back into
the kitchen.  Somehow, I knew what was coming next.  I watched ... the glass
of coffee was placed on the counter in the kitchen and the other stuff was
either thrown away or prepared for washing.  Then, the extra glass of coffee
was poured back into the vacuum container along with the fresh pot that had
just been brewed.  We came home and I brewed some of the Indonesian Flores.