My fall to the Bean!!!

I am sure many good things come from the bean, and I am confident that many people cannot live without the beans much coveted juice. The bean juice according to me is evil, it is bitter, it leaves a foul taste in the mouth, and it is just plain forbidden to pass through my lips. The bean that I am speaking of is the Coffee bean. Now don't get me wrong, coffee has it's qualities too, such as the essence while it is brewing, the dance of warm and changing hues as you mingle it with cream and sugar, and the stamina boost that is a gift to the weary and somewhat of a drug to coffee loyalists. As a young adult I dappled with the idea of becoming a coffee drinker because it smelled so good. Why does the bean tempt with scent and torment with taste? Why! can someone just please tell me why? Oh that's right it is evil, deceitful, and sneaky, yes that is why. The bean proved its sneakiness a couple weeks ago when it tried to weasel its way back into my mouth. I will share this story to make the public aware that they must stand guard against the bean, for it can take you at any moment! On a lovely and already sweaty Arizona morning I drove up to the Mc Donald's drive thru to pick up the work crews breakfast and the ordering went kinda like this:


Speaker Girl:Hello Welcome to Mc Donald's. Would you like to try an Iced Mocha today?

Me(aka Coffee Hater): No thank you (blah blah blah placing my order blah)

Speaker Girl: Will that be all for you?

Me(mind thoughts).... Did she say Iced Mocha maybe ice makes it taste better.
No you better not Laura don't you do it!! But I am so tired.

Speaker Girl: Will that be all for you Mam?

Me(mind thoughts).... Did she just call me Mam? Seriously? Am I so tired
I look old enough to be a Mam!

Me(aka Coffee Hater Traitor) Actually Miss I think I WILL take one of those Iced Mocha's.


As I was pulling away with our breakfast and the bean juice laced with ice my adorable little punk sister in law who was sitting in the back seat slurping on a berry smoothie and reading her Bible pauses and looks at me through the rear view mirror with a puzzled look on her face and says "You don't Drink Coffee!". In response to this I simply said " Your father drove me to drink!". Let me explain my response, my father in law was boss that week and he likes to work hard, everyone else seemed used to it , but I was a bit sleep deprived and I thought coffee would help. So my human nature was to blame my shame on someone else. Sorry Dad. So now you see how easy it is to succumb to the bean. And for your information, I have kicked the bean, I kicked it the day I left Arizona and have not touched it since....... yet temptation still lingers.