It's a crisp Saturday morning as I make my way through the Davis Farmers' Market. I don't see the booth I'm supposed to man, yet.
I could use some coffee.
There's a wooden coffee cart near the kettle corn booth, with an espresso machine behind a glass pane and two large silver coffee pots. A black-and-yellow bumper sticker below the glass stands out:
NO COFFEE, NO WORKEE
