A simple dark roast coffee at Caribou with a friend, is that even possible?

Como lo ve la Fargo Foodie.....

It isn't too hard to explain the dilemma.   To go out with friends or eat at home.   This morning I enjoyed a coffee at Caribou and was able to answer the question for a 10 cent discount.    What dog did the monks have for travelers?   St. Bernard, yes that was the dime answer.    The coffee cooled down too quickly.  You know that feeling.   It's a cold day and the place your sitting at is near the door.   You ask for a ceramic cup so you don't participate in accumulating trash in landfills, but the cup cools down and the coffee with it before you are 1/3 of the way through the cup.  Even with free refills you can't keep up.   The coffee is a little warmed, remember that cold sinks so you drink the slightly warmer coffee 1/2 the way down.  Now the bottom half is even colder than the prior 2/3.  As you attempt to get the cup warmer with more coffee, you notice it is becoming bitter, so you add more...you guessed it .... cold 2% milk, and now you are really stuck.  You are so focused on the coffee, you forget why you even woke up at 6:30 am to make it to the 7:30 coffee meeting with your friend.   It was to be with your friend, but now she has to go because it is already 8:30 and you just spent about 1/3 of the time going back and forth with the coffee.  So here's my question, is it even possible to have a simple cup of coffee?  Maybe the old coffee and donut shop, changed to campaign center, changed to video shop, changed to Caribou now part of a mini mini mall (Caribou, Pizza, Fedex), maybe it was the better option.   There were no options for coffee, the conversation was not that complicated:  " a cup of coffee please. "  No "skinny", or "latte", or "double shot" or "iced", or "mocha", or numerous "flavorings" were available.  You sat down, maybe ordered a donut, talked with your friends for a while, the refills were free, you didn't have to get up to get them.  You could spend the whole time talking with your friend.  Of course, most of those conversations really happened over the kitchen table in your own home.   So, I guess, this is more a nostalgia for a nonexistent moment.