Every day we have coffee at work. We were told that we had won some kind of customer satisfaction survey and that is why we had it at first. We even had some breakfast bars and fruit. Then, we were told that a company was sponsoring our coffee breaks. There is no longer any fruit nor are there any breakfast bars.
Most of us are less concerned as to the why, but more about the when. Some days it is in the morning and some days it is in the afternoon. That makes sense as we have two different shifts and one shouldn’t get priority over the other
This work coffee doesn’t qualify as the Perfect Moment for two reasons. One, it is regular. While I often pick regular moments, they still have to stand out to me. The other is that it is work coffee. My coffee world has been ruined by my trips to southeast Asia. Unless I travel to Brazil and Colombia, my thoughts and dreams about coffee will rest firmly with Japan.
I’ve written several paragraphs and haven’t gotten to the point. I just thought the background was necessary.
So, today, while getting ready to go to class and teach those eager souls how to speak, write, and listen to English, I overheard Today’s Perfect Moment.
“There’s hot chocolate.”
I peered past the coffee cauldron and the unbelievable was true. There was indeed hot chocolate. More miraculously, there was some left. There was some for me. One of the joys of my childhood was playing out in the snow and coming inside to warm up by dropping my ski-pants or snowsuit by the door and settling into a cup of hot chocolate. I even remember a fantastic TV commercial with a Mom making hot chocolate to console her son over a lost hockey game. (I checked for it on YouTube, but couldn’t find it)
It might not have been the best hot chocolate ever, and my students might have scolded me for consuming too many calories, but it is obvious why it is Today’s Perfect Moment.
I would be remiss if I didn’t also note that after a week of mild temperatures, far too mild for January, the snow started falling just as the first sip of hot chocolate reached my lips. By the time I got home enough snow had accumulated to necessitate shovelling,