Charlie Thinks: This Coffee Will Get Your Motor Running
The only coffee we have in the office is the Folgers Lee got some time ago that she runs through the office coffee maker. I think she takes it home and runs it through the dishwasher on occasion. Tim says it reminds him of Army coffee but he is one of those fufu coffee drinkers. He brings a cup in each morning and brags how he made it in his “Keurig.” Lee asked him how much it cost him per cup and he said “about 50 cents depending on where you buy it.” Lee laughed and said she makes a whole pot for that much money. Tim just smirked and said “yeah but it doesn’t taste as good as mine.” He really needs to get a life.
Just as I was finishing up my thought, Tim the coffee expert struts in like he has something going on. It’s a holiday and I’m wondering what he is doing here. I know he’s not here to work, that’s for sure. He doesn’t do much during workdays except give everyone in the office a hard time. Barbara, the new sales rep tells everyone, “If his lips are moving he’s lying.” Not much respect there.
Tim greets me with good morning and he pulls a cat carrier out from behind his back. Great, just what I need, Tim taking me somewhere. I reluctantly crawl into the carrier and Tim praises me for being a good kitty. Huh, if only he knew how I terrorize Lee’s dog when she takes me to her house. I would hardly call him a dog, I’m bigger than him and he’s a fraidy cat (excuse the pun) when I’m visiting.
Anyway, outside we go and I don’t see Tim’s truck and I’m a little freaked. We head over to a motorcycle parked where Tim usually parks and I’m wondering what’s going on. That’s when he says “here we go Charlie, we’re going for a ride up to the Colorado National Monument today.” I can’t believe what I just heard. Going for a ride? On a motorcycle? What is he thinking? Cats don’t ride on motorcycles. Boy was I wrong.
He put me on the back seat and strapped the carrier in with a bungee cord. He lifted his leg over the front seat, turned the key on and pushed the ignition. The engine fired up and I could think of nothing else except to escape out of this carrier and head back in the office to my nice safe bed. And to think, a few minutes ago I was bored. I pushed on the door with my head, tried to bite the bars on the door and flat out scratched until my nails were sore. No luck, I was stuck.
We pull away from the curb and I’m petrified. There is nothing to protect me if something bad were to happen. Tim has the radio blaring so I know it wouldn’t do a bit of good to meow loudly. I decided to put my head down, close my eyes and pray for this insane trip to be over.
I look up in time to see we are heading south toward the Monument. Surely, he was joking and just trying to get a rise out of me. As we come to the turn, I’m praying to the kitty God that he keeps going straight but as my luck has been lately he makes the turn and we are on our way to the Monument West Gate. We arrive and stop at the ranger gate. A very nice young lady asked if we have an annual pass or would we like to pay for the day. Tim proudly pulls out his annual pass and of course it’s expired. She politely informs him and he says “ it just expired last month and couldn’t she just look the other way?” She smiled and said “why don’t you just purchase a Senior Pass that is good for a lifetime?” Well “Mr. I’m all that” was insulted that she had the gull to even consider him to be old enough to qualify as a senior. She then added “that is if your old enough” and that made him feel much better and he said “barely.”
My battery on my laptop is nearly empty so I will have to sign off for now, but promise to continue the ride story next week, I hope.