Goat fought to open the stupid fucking bag of coffee for ten minutes before he’d had enough and sliced it open. From top to bottom, spilling half the contents to the kitchen floor. He didn’t have time for this, since he’d hit the snooze button for an hour this morning. Picking up what he could, and kicking the rest of the beans under the stove, he began the morning ritual.
Later, ducking out before his co-worker could come by and insist he come out for an after-work beer, Goat stared absently out the bus’ window as it idled in traffic.