Do Aliens Drink Coffee?
It Was A Question Hard To Answer Until...
I always wondered: Do Aliens drink coffee?
That is a question I thought I would never be able to answer.
That is...until I was picked up and whisked away in a spacecraft.
It all started one spring afternoon. I was working in the yard, hauling mulch to the flower beds. The radio was playing in the background, an all news station, and one of the dogs was bringing his ball to me to throw.
I had my garden gloves on. Probably like the ones you use. Covered with soil and sediment and a little damp and pliable. I threw the dog's ball, took the shovel and lifted mulch and dumped it into the wheelbarrow. The dog brought the ball back, and the whole process started again.
Neighborhood cars were coming and going, and their almost-quiet motors became the white noise that masked the sound of the coming spacecraft. All I know is I felt the ground shake a little, so much so that I put the shovel down and walked around the house thinking there might have been a gas explosion. That is when I was captured. There is a woods area at the back of the house and one of the aliens grabbed me there.
You would think I would have been too scared to scream, but I wasn't scared at all. It felt natural. The only thing that bothered me is that the dogs were running loose and my wife wouldn't be home for an hour.
I was led to a spot in the field where the grass was swirling in a vortex from the spacecraft overhead. When I got to the middle of the swirl I was sucked upward, like I was a spec of dust being drawn into a vacuum cleaner.
The spacecraft seemed more like a vertical rocket than a round saucer. As it moved upward with ease I was lifted upward in an elevator-like device that held only me. There were no windows so I could not see the ground below or the distance from the neighborhood to the spacecraft.
What seemed like minutes passed (my watch no longer moved). Finally, I was deposited in a control room with three "people." I use that word because they had heads, two hands, two feet, and a body and face.
They were all identical. Some kind of identifying symbol on their uniform was all that told them apart.
I smelled something familiar. It smelled like coffee. I was approached by one of the "people" and motioned to sit at a small table with a round stool. A cup and saucer were placed in front of me. The aroma was identical to coffee, except the liquid was clear.
The cup was hot to the touch. I waited. The three "people" stood at a control panel and pulled some levers and grunted some language of some sort, pointing once in a while at a gauge. I could see the face of the gauge. It was neither digital nor analog. The shape was square. I was unsure how they were able to read it.
I felt the spaceship gradually go from a vertical position to a horizontal position. As it turned on its axis so did the equipment, "people", and even my table and stool. It is as if we all rotated to remain horizontal. The liquid in my cup remained flat.
One of the "people" motioned for me to drink the liquid. He did not seem sinister. I tasted it. It tasted like good coffee, dark and roasty, with a slight burnt taste that brought my pallet alive. When I finished the liquid the three "people" made some sounds among themselves. Shortly I felt the spaceship turn in a circle.
In short order I was led back into the elevator-like device and felt it going down. Then, as if your housekeeper shook the vacuum cleaner to rid it of a small pebble, I tumbled back to Earth, landing on my back in the same field. Almost immediately the dog brought the ball over. It was as if I had never left.
I checked my watch. Like I said, it had quit working. It was ticking now, but it seemed like only a minute or two had elapsed.
I got up and looked around. Everything seemed normal. A neighbor honked at me as she drove by.
I was left wondering what that short abduction was really about. Then this thought came into my head: Over a cup of steaming coffee, no one is an alien.
That is a question I thought I would never be able to answer.
That is...until I was picked up and whisked away in a spacecraft.
It all started one spring afternoon. I was working in the yard, hauling mulch to the flower beds. The radio was playing in the background, an all news station, and one of the dogs was bringing his ball to me to throw.
I had my garden gloves on. Probably like the ones you use. Covered with soil and sediment and a little damp and pliable. I threw the dog's ball, took the shovel and lifted mulch and dumped it into the wheelbarrow. The dog brought the ball back, and the whole process started again.
Neighborhood cars were coming and going, and their almost-quiet motors became the white noise that masked the sound of the coming spacecraft. All I know is I felt the ground shake a little, so much so that I put the shovel down and walked around the house thinking there might have been a gas explosion. That is when I was captured. There is a woods area at the back of the house and one of the aliens grabbed me there.
You would think I would have been too scared to scream, but I wasn't scared at all. It felt natural. The only thing that bothered me is that the dogs were running loose and my wife wouldn't be home for an hour.
I was led to a spot in the field where the grass was swirling in a vortex from the spacecraft overhead. When I got to the middle of the swirl I was sucked upward, like I was a spec of dust being drawn into a vacuum cleaner.
The spacecraft seemed more like a vertical rocket than a round saucer. As it moved upward with ease I was lifted upward in an elevator-like device that held only me. There were no windows so I could not see the ground below or the distance from the neighborhood to the spacecraft.
What seemed like minutes passed (my watch no longer moved). Finally, I was deposited in a control room with three "people." I use that word because they had heads, two hands, two feet, and a body and face.
They were all identical. Some kind of identifying symbol on their uniform was all that told them apart.
I smelled something familiar. It smelled like coffee. I was approached by one of the "people" and motioned to sit at a small table with a round stool. A cup and saucer were placed in front of me. The aroma was identical to coffee, except the liquid was clear.
The cup was hot to the touch. I waited. The three "people" stood at a control panel and pulled some levers and grunted some language of some sort, pointing once in a while at a gauge. I could see the face of the gauge. It was neither digital nor analog. The shape was square. I was unsure how they were able to read it.
I felt the spaceship gradually go from a vertical position to a horizontal position. As it turned on its axis so did the equipment, "people", and even my table and stool. It is as if we all rotated to remain horizontal. The liquid in my cup remained flat.
One of the "people" motioned for me to drink the liquid. He did not seem sinister. I tasted it. It tasted like good coffee, dark and roasty, with a slight burnt taste that brought my pallet alive. When I finished the liquid the three "people" made some sounds among themselves. Shortly I felt the spaceship turn in a circle.
In short order I was led back into the elevator-like device and felt it going down. Then, as if your housekeeper shook the vacuum cleaner to rid it of a small pebble, I tumbled back to Earth, landing on my back in the same field. Almost immediately the dog brought the ball over. It was as if I had never left.
I checked my watch. Like I said, it had quit working. It was ticking now, but it seemed like only a minute or two had elapsed.
I got up and looked around. Everything seemed normal. A neighbor honked at me as she drove by.
I was left wondering what that short abduction was really about. Then this thought came into my head: Over a cup of steaming coffee, no one is an alien.
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