A Pleasantly Uplifting Addiction
There's a new coffee shop across the street from my office. When it first opened a few months ago I went in once in a while (I had another favorite coffee place that I passed going to and from work, I was loyal to it). But then the one close to home closed, so I was left with a choice: gas station brews (a satanic foulness) or go to the one across the street. It was more expensive, and, as I am a tightwad of sorts, I wanted to boycott it. But I needed coffee. I received some gift certificates to the place as a present, so of course I used them. Quickly. And then the gift certificates were all used up. Only now I was hooked. I went in for an afternoon pick-me-up the other day and said to the girl, "You know, I didn't used to come here every day, but someone gave me a gift certificate, and I got hooked. Now I can't stop myself. It's like drug dealers--the first one's free." She gave me a disapproving stare. And then asked if I wanted room for cream.