Wednesday, September 12, 2012
When did I become that person?
I have always liked coffee. Even when I didn't care for the taste I loved the smell. Coffee was always a desert of sorts.
Coffee candy, coffee ice cream and on occasion a coffee ordered after dinner. At Scottsdale I would get a coffee for breakfast when I was called in (usually every other Friday at 3 am to do an IVP for some guy birthing a kidney stone.)
Coffee maker in my house, uh no. Unless you count the one I got for a present that I kept when my aunts visited.
When I started at Perot there was this whole Starbucks culture. The girl I car pooled with was very specific about her Grande latte, extra hot and little foam. I meekly ordered a large plain coffee. Overtime (and introduction to Kim who owes her Starbucks habit to Becca) I fell in love with Chai tea.
Starbucks, Hob Nob, Dutch Brothers, Dunkin Donuts, and a expensive Kruger machine in my house. Now I am very specific with my drink of choice (Venti iced black with three stevia, if no stevia than sweet and low). If I'm in an adventurous mood its a Grande skinny vanilla latte with an extra shot. And if I'm craving sweets (or need to get rid of a migraine) its a Grande chai tea, no water with am extra pump of chai.
And I need it in the morning. Really who is this person?
And this morning for an early morning flight the gate only had Burger King coffee. I was offended. And I bought it.