In my last post I talked about how I was too old to dye my own hair, well, I have also learned that I am too old to not drink coffee. In the last ten years I have gone from never drinking coffee, to drinking coffee rarely(finals week mainly), to drinking coffee occasionally to now HAVING to drink coffee to become productive. What is that about?
My favorite cup of coffee is a little more than 3/4 full with entirely too much artificial sweetener and filled the rest of the way full with half and half (and not that non-fat crap either!). This sweet brown nectar could also be the culprit in my recent weight gain...well not recent but gradual.
Is it sad that the determining factor in me getting coffee from somewhere depends on their type of half and half dispenser? If it's in one of those dispensers (half and half at the push of a button) or even a pitcher I get excited if it's in those pesky little cups that you have to open one by one I will reconsider coffee altogether. Those things are entirely too time consuming!
There is one scene from a coffee shop that stands out in my mind. We were headed out of town on a random excursion to Indiana with our friend Edward (not a vampire) and had stopped at a coffee shop before getting on the interstate. I get my usual cup of coffee with extra room and proceed over to the little "fix your coffee" station. I guess I was in my own little world because I didn't notice that anyone was paying attention to me until Mr. Ski came over and whispered in my ear..."They said you'll have to buy a large cup of milk if you use any more half and half." I burst out laughing...loud....so loud that I drew more attention to myself. I knew when he said it that the baristas had said no such thing, but knowing he had noticed my obsession for half and half totally cracked me up. I may have used more that day than usual but it was a big cup of coffee.
All this to say, I now understand why adults drink coffee...we. need. it.