As many of you know, I LOVE coffee. I love it almost as much as I love running, New York and live acoustic music - the folky kind. For me, coffee is a pastime. "Meeting a friend" for coffee is an event that I look forward to.
That said, I have been trying to cut back a bit. I used to drink a small pot in the morning and then, top off "my fix" with an afternoon latte. Hmmm... that's a lot of java buzzing through my veins and brain for that matter. After a few nights of intermittent sleep, I decided to try decaf, which, I have always viewed as a "why bother beverage."
On Sunday, I made a pot of decaf. I was at work. It was 4 pm, and things were DRAGGING. I figured no one else would want coffee. I was too embarrassed to admit I had brewed the impostor bean, so I announced upon entering the break room, "I made a fresh pot of coffee, if anyone wants some." No one budged. Phew! An hour later, one of my co-workers was eating an orange. She said, "I found this in the break room. I hope no one cares, I am eating it. I wanted coffee, but it's too late in the day for another cup."
I paused for a few seconds, before making my true confession: "The pot is decaf," I whispered.
"Really? I am going to have some then." She was delighted.
The very next day, my friend came over. I offered her water, tea or coffee.
"Water would be great. I just met a friend for coffee," she said.
"Oh, this is a pot of decaf," I mentioned in nearly a whisper.
"Great! I would love a cup. It smells delicious."
I poured her a glass, thinking....Okay, now I get it.
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