The Fuel Required For A New York Minute

My wife and our two teenage sons have just finished a two-week road trip in a rented RV around Virginia. We are ending our trip to the States in New York for five days.

On our first morning there, we manage to find a diner that does a huge breakfast, which the boys clearly enjoy. Being British, we are unaware of “bottomless coffee” and the waiter keeps my cup filled nicely.

Eventually, after the third refill, I say to him:

Me: “No more, please. Any more and I’ll be completely wired.”

Waiter: “Man, it’s New York. You need to be wired.”

Me: “Sounds good. More coffee, please.”