On my way to a lavish Medieval Feast last night, I had a very strong urge for some coffee. I haven’t been drinking any caffeine since about Thanksgiving, but the urge was strong-it was that afternoon slump time and I had a 2 hours drive…I was all psyched up to savor that real Starbucks, no decaf this time. Really, you have no idea how much I was looking forward to this!
And then it hit me! I couldn’t get coffee.
It wasn’t the desire to keep to my no caffeine plan, it wasn’t a concern that I might interrupt that evening’s sleep pattern, and it certainly wasn’t the sudden urge to prepare for the upcoming recession.
It was my pride. There was no way I would walk into a coffee shop. I had just passed the one drive-through Starbucks I knew of. Aghhhh! Why had I dressed up BEFORE my drive?!?
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