Caffeine Addict

This very morning, when I awoke, I thought someone had played a joke. I checked the pot, it was bone dry. I checked the pantry and started to cry... No coffee! So I got dressed for work, real slow. I had no drive, no pep, no go. I drove to work, barely awake. I wanted to stop but I was already late... No coffee! I parked the car and walked inside, and when I got the news I almost died. The vendor had hauled the machine away, and it damned sure won't be back today... No coffee. The boss said that we need not worry, he'd send for caffeine in a hurry. But when it arrived, in thermos bright, it seemed to lack the usual bite of coffee. No Columbian or Kona blend, or even French Roast dwelt within. It was a mix--exotic flavors that only yuppie-scum would savor... No coffee. A mocha-chino-berry stink that no one in our crowd would drink. That morning dragged incessantly, and no one acted pleasantly... No coffee. When lunch time came we fled the scene of the luke-warm, slurpy, berry thing. We marched down to the restaurant and told the waitress, "all we want is coffee". By end of day no one was tired. The caffeine high had everyone wired. I've learned the lesson, oh so well, that without coffee, life is hell. And I'm an addict, villain, fiend, and slave unto the coffee bean... yeah, coffee!!! Written October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 03:32 PM PST   0 • 14