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tales of something simple - coffee

i believe

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

all types of chaos

why starbucks is my crack

There is something about an overpriced, too strong cup of coffee that I utterly adore. I’ll tell you right off the bat: I don’t love coffee. Hell, I won’t even drink it unless it tastes like something other than coffee. Caramel. Mocha. Chocolate. Vanilla. Just not coffee. So many mornings, I pass two Starbucks franchises. And I can’t help but navigate into one of the two parking lots like a magnet, even though I am already ten minutes late to work. Walking in their front door makes me grow a dick I get so excited.

Every single time I carefully review all of my bakery miscellaneous snack options, even though I already know exactly what I will purchase. One of three things, pending the season, my mood and how much money is in my wallet. Tall extra-caramel, Caramel Macchiato. Grande 5-pump iced mocha, no whip. Cold, from the refrigerated case Mocha Frappuccino (my personal #1 favorite for a whopping $1.75). I pay for my purchase, considering what meal I will have to skip in order to save calories and what grocery item we will not purchase that week because we have now officially gone broke on overpriced coffee.

And I lovingly hold my burst of caffeine and semi-good happiness all the way to my office. For whatever reason holding this particular items gives me the power to…

1. Not give a shit that I am late (can’t you see that I am holding a coffee cup, obviously a legitimate reason to come gallivanting into the office fifteen minutes late?)
2. Feel wonderful about life in general because this coffee will make me look cool in a meeting as I hold and sip it, give me an excuse to stand around the kitchen not working so I can stir it, add stuff to it, spill it and clean it up, and offer me the opportunity to strike up a conversation with someone else on what a necessity this beverage is because it will cure all ailments such as a headache, aching body parts, lagging mental function, hangover and bad mood.

And let me tell you this: I never finish it. Never. Half of it, MAYBE one quarter of it ends up trash. If I just spent $4.53 on a cup of coffee, I basically just threw out $1.13. I’m an asshole.

Yet, I continue to drink the Starbucks crack. There’s just something about that cup and the semi-decent contents it holds that makes my morning that much better. Seriously. I’m a nicer person.

Note: My husband was concerned with my use of “crack” in this posting. I’ve never done crack. Or any drugs. It was used solely for the purpose of being comical.

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