I suppose I knew I was taking chances, buying coffee at 2:30 am. However, I sort of figured that a 24-hour McDonald's that was by the interstate probably sold coffee at odd hours and that the old Joe would occasionally be dumped and replaced - or at least that unknowing customers would be warned.
Some of the thickest and most burnt flavored I've had from anywhere other than a small gas station at midday, when I truly knew better.
Oh well. I still liked having the warm cup in my hand and even bad coffee probably helped carry me through the final hour of a 700-mile drive.