
An odd request for sure, but if she can't appreciate a good cup of coffee, what good is she to me?
I must admit...since taking my job with the Mechanicsville Local my love of coffee has reached dizzying new heights. The news room is filled with coffee addicts; each one looking to get their precious fix as the morning turns to afternoon, and hard deadlines come and pass. I joined the rank and file sometime during my second week of duty.
I never really planned to become addicted; although I suppose no addict ever really does. Yet somehow, try as I might to resist it, the seducer in the pot by the sink drew me in with her strong aroma and unforgettable taste.
It’s been nine months now, and I see no end to my addiction in sight. I tried decaf but it’s just not the same. Nothing gets me going like a good cup of coffee in the morning.
Come to think of it, what is exactly wrong with me having an explicit love affair with coffee? It won’t leave me for another, it will always meet my needs, and it never lets me down. In a way, coffee is the perfect mate. And no perfect mate will be complete in my eye without a love of coffee.
That’s not too much to ask… is it?
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Please don't tell me you're drinking folger's...
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