My Break-Up With Coffee
There is a line from the movie, “The Vow” where Jennifer McAdams, portraying a Traumatic Brain Injured individual, walked into a coffee shop and, with confusion on her face, stated, “Yes, I’ll have my usual.” As a brain injured individual myself, the less I have to say, or explain, to another person, the better. By doing so avoids confusion all-around; for me, for you, the on-looker and whoever else I’m speaking with.
However, I’ve always wanted to be the person standing in line who says, “I’ll have a regular size coffee, two creams, two sugars, light ice, sprinkles and extra whipped cream on top please.” The problem: I don’t like coffee.
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Although, I’ve made a strong commitment to myself.
For two years, I’ve been Dunkin Donuts’ most loyal customer; experimenting with different drink specialties: adding this, adding that, sampling espressos, lattes and chai’s, trying to find the perfect brew. This commitment is a work-in-progress but at some point, I’m going to have put my foot down, point a finger and say, “Enough Dunkin, you’re costing me too much money! This is a bad time to start a new habit.”
Finally, that time has come. Don’t get me wrong; it has been fun experimenting with different selections and different coffee shops (my favorite is Stewart’s……don’t tell Dunkin though! I add just enough cream and sugar to a blend where it doesn’t even taste like coffee. It’s delicious!) So now, I’m happy to say I’m a coffee drinker.
Sadly though, due to economic hard-times and the health of my teeth, I have to break-up with new fling.
It’s been fun. And while I’d like to recite the “it’s-not-you-it’s-me” routine, the problem is clearly you (the coffee). “I don’t even like you. You stain my teeth, you put me in the poor house, you make a mess in my car when you spill, you ruin my clothes, need I say more?”
“I don’t know why it’s so important for me to have an attachment with you, but it would be best if we went our separate ways. You’ll find someone else more suitable, who has an acquired taste for your bitterness. Perhaps we’ll meet again, later in the future, when my tastebuds have changed.”
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