Coffee is a greater requirement in the morning than having gotten a good night’s sleep. A substantial quantity of the black nectar serves as a viable substitute for blood (not really obviously, but you understand the importance). As I sit here waiting for an oil change to complete, I am looking at a small cup of lobby coffee. What kind is it? Is it good? I am drinking it, but the caffeine kick has not happened yet. The taste is also pretty innocuous; it is neither good nor bad. Overall, I declare this coffee to be quite drinkable though I am not sure what kind it is. Oil change coffee, I salute you for sustaining me, a night owl, during my early-morning time in your lobby where I can neither sleep or truly do anything other than stare at my phone. You are a hero you little cup of black liquid gold.