And now, with all the Christmas drinks, the decision making process is that much harder. I finally settle on a Salted Caramel Mocha: The only thing better than coffee is coffee AND chocolate. Yum.
I’m actually pretty tired today because I was up most of the night with some febrile illness… chills, night sweats, nausea (And because I’m a med student, I think… maybe it’s cancer?). Just this morning I was just assigned a 30 minute presentation on Stroke rehabilitation that I have to give on Friday. Yup, 2 days away… Can I get an extra shot of espresso in that coffee please?
“So you want a triple, salted caramel mocha?” Sure, if that’s what it’s called.
Oh wait, how many calories is that drink going to set me back today? Better get non-fat milk. Yes, I feel good about that decision.
“Do you still want the whip?”
Really? OF COURSE I WANT whip. But doesn’t that defeat the purpose of my previous decision? Hold the whip, I can do without it.
I’m beginning to think that venturing away from my usual “pike with room” was a huge mistake. I’m ordering a triple espresso at 2:30 in the afternoon, please don’t ask me all these questions. Just give me my coffee.
I pay and I wait, and finally:
“Triple shot, non-fat, no whip, salted caramel mocha”
I sheepishly reach for my coffee and everyone looks at me. They’re probably thinking, “is she that prissy that she needs a coffee with 5 names?” (Next time I should ask for extra hot and an extra half shot of syrup, just to make it worse)
The woman beside me, wide eyes like a doe, says in all seriousness: “wow, that’s complicated.” It’s really not… they made it complicated. I just wanted coffee.
It got me thinking… what else in my life gets needlessly complicated?
And I say… Everything…