movieman64 |
09-14-2004 06:31 AM |
Coffee
I mentioned the other day in the "Ghosts" thread that my friend Steve's wife brought us out some coffee while working, and said that was a topic for another post, so here goes She brought out two cups and even brought out a thermos, (she's a Martha Stewart type) with more in it so we could have more then one cup if we wanted. Well I love a good cup of coffee, (stronger the better) several actually. I like it black, no creamer, no sugar, just strong and hot. So bringing the beverage to my lips I take a sip. Immediately I spit it out like, a fire eater expels lighter fluid, exclaiming, "What the hell is this shit?". Steven tells me that this is some kind of flavored coffee his wife buys. I said what flavor is it? he said I don't know ask her...I said I'm married I know better then that. He said it was some kind of French, cheesecake chocolate vanilla bean crap. I told him I drank coffee with my cake, not coffee that tastes like my cake. He said it sorta wears on you after a while. I told him I'm not going to even try to get used to this. I poured out my cup, I poured out the thermos. I told Steve to load up in the truck we were going to town. He said for what? I said for coffee. We drove the truck up to the house, I honked at one of the kids and told them to tell their mom's we had to go to town for some stuff. We drove to a small hick town nearby, (5-6 miles is nearby in the country) to a small grocery/convenience store. We went back to the coffee pots, I filled a ozone depleting, greenhouse effect creating, in turn polar ice cap melting Styrofoam cup with real brew, and the thermos too. We proceeded to the register and paid for everything. To the side of the register were a couple of booths and tables, we sat down and drank our real coffee, Ahhhhhhh...Steve couldn't stop grinning, I told him liberation is great isn't it!
After returning home we poured a couple of cups more from the thermos, leaving maybe a cup or so, I poured out the remains so our secret would be safe. Later after we finished with our work, we cleaned up and took the families out for dinner, afterwards we headed to Steve's for a bit. While sitting in his den/living room, his Martha Stewart wife and mine walks in carrying a plate of cookies and two cups of coffee...Oh God I thought...Steve's wife said, "I thought you guys might like this seeing how you drank all that coffee this morning!" They left the room, Steve looked at me with a grimace and said, "liberation's great, isn't it motherfucker!".
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