Imagine walking into a coffee shop at 5:45pm on a Thursday night (they close at 7PM) and seeing all the wonderful beans on the wall and the smell of gourmet coffee all around and three (sometimes four) thermos pumps each labeled with some unique coffee flavor just calling for you to try. Your mouth starts to water in anticipation of some incredible never before tried cup of coffee. You grab your cup and choose your style and push the pump down to see some steaming hot coffee begin to pour into your cup and the sound of pumping air begins--you've drained the pot after only a few ozs. have been delivered. You think to yourself that this is enough to taste it and request the fresh pot from the person behind the counter. You bring the wonderful nectar of the gods up to your lips and taste the beautiful result of expert roasting and decide it is incredible. The few ozs. tasted fantastic and you excitedly request a fresh pot be brewed as you have the time and the wait will be worth it. The counter person looks at you and kind of squints her eyes in pondering inquisitiveness and asks you what time it is. You look at your phone and reply back in a confused muster 5:45pm. She looks up to her left and replies "no, because we close at 7pm and we throw a lot of coffee out!.". You are taken aback and are speechless for a minute and your only reply is "Is this a coffee shop". You settle for the boring house blend which essentially is a little better than the typical gas station on the typical corner and you walk out wondering to yourself--"Why do I keep coming back here?"...