My friend, Sean, writes today about the sludge they call coffee at his office. From some previous posts, you may recognize me as a connoisseur of sorts in the coffee realm. I loathe nasty coffee because it’s such a bad example to the bean. The worst ever was the muddy water vending machine at a job I had with a newspaper. For $0.25, you could get the most vile, tin-tainted, gym sock soup with cream. A runner-up was at a video production facility. Those guys thought the coffee would be stronger (ergo better) if they doubled the pre-metered packet in the brewer. The resulting oil slick coated the inside of a Styrofoam cup with a slimy residue resembling chili runoff. I can’t imagine what it did to my intestines.