For years, my friends and I have gathered at the local TH's for coffee after a Saturday morning bike ride or run. Even the locals have grown accustomed to asking us what we did that day. It has become a right of passage into the weekend. As we have aged and hopefully become wiser, it has morphed into a cup of java, even on weekdays. It has been an evolutionary process confirming Darwin's theory, survival of the fittest!
Every club has its' rules, and we are no exception: meet every weekday at 6:00 am, either at the church or at the pool, meet Saturdays at 6-7, depending on the fatigue factor, and Sundays are usually considered a day of rest. Following this aerobic ritual, we convene for a deserved "cup o' joe". Responsibility for the bill generally comes down to the honor system, he who hasn't paid lately, pays today. Dah! Simple rules make it simple, right?
Recently however, the "johnny come lately" has gained the financial upper hand. With a bunch of less-youthful members, he who arrives last, picks up the tab tomorrow. Maybe a quirk, or maybe just a reflection of "our times", but nevertheless, it's the evolution of this group. A group of buddies I call my friends. Regardless of the order of "merit", these friends are golden, because today, this one's on me!
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