This is one of my favorite passages from Vonnegut’s Jailbird.
So I did sit down, and everywhere I looked I saw customers of every description being received with love. To the waitresses everybody was “honeybunch” and “darling” and “dear.” It was like an emergency ward after a great catastrophe. It did not matter what race or class the victims belonged to. They were all given the same miracle drug, which was coffee. The catastrophe in this case, of course, was that the sun had come up again.
We coffee addicts stick together. We may not always understand each other’s problems or fears or wishes, but we all understand the need for morning catastrophe-relief.