Coffee Addict

I ran a little late getting to work this morning.

So I decided to be responsible and not stop by Starbucks to avoid being extra late.

I told myself I didn't need the coffee.

I could get through one morning without it.

No. Big. Deal.

.............

I made it till 9:45am.

Then the twitching began, along with the slow rocks back and forth and glazed look in my eye.

All I could think about was that sweet, sweet liquid.

And how I needed it.

Now.

(I'm not saying I'm proud of this. Blame Starbucks)

I then, like a crazy person, went in search of some coffee.

All I could find was:

Green Tea (no, thanks)

Decaf (What the...)

and some gross Mud Slide crap.

I THEN walked across the street to this mediocre coffee shop,

only to find they had been shut down.

With a tear in my eye, I resorted to walking down the hall

to complain about my coffee woes to my friend Vickster.

She graciously made me coffee the old fashioned way.

In a pot.

Coffee grinds and all.

I was impressed.

Basically what I'm trying to say here is:

Vickster...You saved my life.

And for that...I thank you.

Starbucks...I love you.

Let's never break-up.