Man coffee

So much for the progress of women's lib...

We've just started work in new offices in Namibia. On our first day here, I went to find a cup of coffee, work starting a little too early for my taste. As I started to pour the delightfully strong looking filter coffee from the pot in the corner, the cleaning lady walked in. She asked me who I was pouring coffee for. I said it was for myself. She looked extremely shocked... Now I'm busy wondering if the coffee's laced with arsenic or something (not impossible in a mining town) and thinking what a sweet, caring woman this must be, when she says, "Not that coffee, that's for the men". She points to the "chick"ory mock-coffee in the corner, says, "Ladies' coffee", points at the filter coffee, "Man coffee".

Really. I'm not kidding.

Katherine and I drink man coffee. It puts hair on your chest.