Waiting in line at my local Starbucks, a fellow customer offers to partner with me on a “can’t miss business.”
“Look at this line,” he says. “You and me should open a coffee place across the street. We’d make a fortune.”
“All we need is capital,” I say. “Do want to put up the money?”
“Sure,” he says. “But you run the place because you look like you know a lot about coffee.”
“I know how to order it,” I say.
He tells me that’s great, then offers his bona fides.
“Years ago, I told anyone who would listen that people would line up to pay $4 for coffee,” he says. “People thought I was nuts, but I was right. I was way ahead of everyone.”
The barista calls my order. I take my drink to my seat, secure in the knowledge that if I ever do get my hands on a time machine, I know just the man to finance my coffee empire.