Midnight Snack
"Excuse me, Jacob." I ask politely. "What do I do here?"
"Well, first you need to see the boss, in the processing room." Jacob explains. "Then you get your uniform, and get to work."
"Oh, thank you, Jacob." I say. "But, one last thing."
"Yeah?"
"Where am I?" I ask.
"I think you're at a coffee bean farm in... uh... Ethiopia... I think." Jacob drones.
"Thank you." I say one last time. I step through the moist dirt and rock speckled path, workers with their own greenish uniforms and name tags, just like the coffee beans, are operating their gutters left and right. I finally reach the processing room, and behind a desk, is the coffee drinking man again. This time I notice he has a name tag, too, "DAVID."
David turns around and gives me a stare.
"You decided to join them, and work at the farm, I see. Your uniform is over there." He points to a desk on the other side of the room. "Your gutter is waiting for you in Lot #187."
I tread back the way I came. Out the door, down the path, past the workers, all the way to Lot #187, the first of many empty lots. I sit down, and many different tools await me. A watering can, a small box, and a special device, the gutter. I see other workers using the gutter to pop the coffee cherries into the greenish coffee bean inside.
"Well, first you need to see the boss, in the processing room." Jacob explains. "Then you get your uniform, and get to work."
"Oh, thank you, Jacob." I say. "But, one last thing."
"Yeah?"
"Where am I?" I ask.
"I think you're at a coffee bean farm in... uh... Ethiopia... I think." Jacob drones.
"Thank you." I say one last time. I step through the moist dirt and rock speckled path, workers with their own greenish uniforms and name tags, just like the coffee beans, are operating their gutters left and right. I finally reach the processing room, and behind a desk, is the coffee drinking man again. This time I notice he has a name tag, too, "DAVID."
David turns around and gives me a stare.
"You decided to join them, and work at the farm, I see. Your uniform is over there." He points to a desk on the other side of the room. "Your gutter is waiting for you in Lot #187."
I tread back the way I came. Out the door, down the path, past the workers, all the way to Lot #187, the first of many empty lots. I sit down, and many different tools await me. A watering can, a small box, and a special device, the gutter. I see other workers using the gutter to pop the coffee cherries into the greenish coffee bean inside.