Freshly roasted coffee beans

For @mariannewest in Freewriters

My God! What can I possibly say about freshly roasted coffee beans besides the obvious?

Yes, coffee grows somewhere in Columbia, where people in sombreros, ponchos, and wearing horseshoe mustaches rip those beans from the coffee tree. I don't know much about those people except for the notion is that they give coffee to their toddlers because coffee is cheaper than milk.

Then another group dressed sombreros and ponchos load the bags with coffee in the train, and this heavily loaded train goes toward the USA.
Train? No, it couldn't be a train. How would this train go through the Panama canal? Forget it. It was not a train but a ship. I imagine a sizeable commercial boat that swims through the Atlantic ocean.

Wait, why Atlantic? Let's look at the map. Whops. Pardon me. Columbia is closer to the Pacific ocean. So the ship swims the Pacific ocean to America, unloads the coffee containers somewhere in San Diego port or Long beach port, and only then bags with coffee are driven to some local American warehouses like Sturbac's.

Then we, as Starbac customers, go to the local store and order freshly roasted coffee.

Was there a point in this exercise? Of course not. Not more than clicking a pen's metal tip up and down. Then again, it's just like our life. However, if we smell freshly roasted coffee, for a second, we forget about its pointlessness.