Now that I have (mostly) detoxed myself from caffeine (I am down to two cups of high test coffee a day from a high of about six), I can’t but help notice, wherever I go, the scores of my fellow addicts (once a caffeine-aholic, always a caffeine-aholic) sucking down our mutual drug of choice.
Whether it’s a pricy Starbucks brew or a fancy sounding knock-off or just some swill from an Exxon convenience store, it’s like we’ve all become super-sized Olsen twins, frantically multi-tasking while clutching our two lifelines: 1) the cell phone and 2) the takeout container of coffee. And capping off that cuppa coffee? A white plastic top from which a teeny little slit is cut out – the better to take a slug on the go (’cause who has time to take off a top for a sip?).
Just curious: Has anyone else noticed that a cup of joe-to-go is just a grown up version of a toddler’s sippy cup? Or, for that matter, that the bottles of water we chug from when we’re not mainlining our liquid crack are just great big “ba-ba’sâ€ÂÂ? Then again, maybe the lack of caffeine is just rearranging my brain cells.
Original post by Laurie Yarnell
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