little creamer cups

Most days I brew myself one cup of decaf coffee when I’m at work.  While I appreciate that the office provides free coffee, in the form of those strange “K” cups that get put into a machine and then sucked through in a frightening way, it tastes so awful that I bring in my own.  If I’m only going to have a little coffee every day, I want it to taste good, for goodness’ sake.  So I have a plastic brewing cone – which seems to be a novelty for everyone in my office; they’ve apparently never used one camping; I just put it on the mug, stick in a filter, measure in the grounds, and pour through very hot water from the water cooler.  In a short time I have great coffee.
The one thing I do use that the office provides is creamers.  In little cups.  They don’t need to be refrigerated, which is a little scary.
I’m not sure what it is about them, but I just love those little cups.  And every single time I use them I think of going on a road trip and stopping in a diner, or a Denny’s.  Come to think of it, maybe that’s why I love them – escape and food!  How can you beat that combination?
Yesterday my family and I went out to western Mass, and would you believe it – we were lucky enough to stop at the Whately Diner, a late-night favorite of mine in my college days.  I hadn’t been there in probably 20 years, but it seemed about the same – possibly even down to the people in the booths and the waitresses.  And nothing could dim my enthusiasm about the place; not the fact that we were ignored for 10 minutes while we sat at a dirty table, that we didn’t get water until we were about to leave, that I never got a coffee refill, that my daughter’s spaghetti and meatballs really weren’t very good; nothing.  Because the waitresses were ultimately friendly, the eggs were cooked right, the bacon was very good, and the coffee was terrible but I got to use those little creamer cups!