I would stare at the cup the entire way to school...

The coffee would slosh back and forth with each turn. My dad would always have one hand on the steering wheel and with the other he would hold a cup of coffee. I couldn't believe he had the confidence to bring a full, steaming cup of coffee into the car to accompany us as he drove me to school. I literally couldn't take my eyes off of the cup, waiting, waiting, secretly hoping it would slosh out and thus prove my dad was a somewhat fallible person. Alas, he somehow defied the laws of physics and not one drop ever touched the center console. 

That was my earliest exposure to coffee. It's fitting, now that I look back on it, that it involved my father. Years later, the man who mystified me with his morning ritual went into business with me.