Step Away from the Coffee Cup

 

Ava Aston Getty Images © 2011

Of course I’m smiling in this photo, I have a cup of coffee in my hands. The photo was snapped of me as I walked back to my car after getting my morning cup of coffee yesterday. I think the photographer was waiting for me. For those of you who are daily readers of my blog, you might remember the time I sent my manager Mr. Bricks undercover at this Dunkin’ Doughnuts location to find out what other people thought of me. The blog was called Undercover Boss.  You can read that blog post here. I must admit, I thought it turned out pretty funny.

I love, love, LOVE coffee. I seriously think I should check myself into the hospital and have an MRI done on my noggin. I highly suspect that caffeine is running through my veins and that coffee is my blood type. I know it is silly that I am powerless over a freshly brewed cup of happiness, but I am and I admit it. I did try to check myself into a Coffee Drinkers Anonymous but they kicked me out. Apparently, they are called 12 steps, and not 12 cups!! Hey, I just thought I was working the program. Personally I have always thought coffee as one of the major food groups anyway.

So, I showed Mr. Bricks this photo of me that was taken and he said I look hypnotized by the coffee aroma. He said my eyes looked glazed over. That was coming from a dude with a lazy eye. Then Mr. Bricks asked if I got him a glazed doughnut? His eyes are going to be glazed over when I smash a dozen glazed doughnuts into his noggin some day. He is not right I tell you.

Did you know Mr. Bricks doesn’t even like coffee? In fact he doesn’t like any hot liquids, which includes teas, coffees, soups, gravy’s  and most sauces. When I was interviewing managers I should have asked him the question, “Do you drink coffee?” But I didn’t, because I thought all normal people drink coffee….but then again there is nothing normal about Mr. Bricks.

Did you also know that in some prisons coffee is the currency for the inmates because they are not allowed to have real money while they are locked up in the big house? When they go to the canteen or the “store” as they call it, they buy bags of instant coffee and then repackage it into little baggies of individual serving amounts. That is what they use to pay other inmates to get tattoos, buy cigarettes, homemade liquor and any other illegal drugs that they want, but can’t buy at the “store.” I know all of this because I am Greek and smart…and because I watched an episode of “Hard Time”on the National Geographic channel. When I started watching the show I thought it was a co-ed prison because there were guys and girls in the same cells. But as I looked closer I realized those guys….ummm, they were girls. In this case it wasn’t Dude looks like a Lady it was Lady looks like a Dude – just sayin’.

Seriously, I couldn’t handle being locked up like that. But if I ever was… it’s nice to know at least I could still get my coffee!

 

Blessings,

Ava

xox

 


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9 Responses to Step Away from the Coffee Cup

  1. Marcie says:

    Love your bag! Also, after reading a whole post dedicated to coffee, I’m suddenly craving a Starbucks Mocha now. Funny how that works, ha!

  2. dorcas says:

    I’m no fan of Coffee, but yes, I do love my morning cup of coffee.My typical morning scene is this. Send hubby off to work, make myself a cup of coffee and read all blog updates on my reader. I’m tellin ya… Nothing like it 🙂

    Poor Mr.Bricks. He does not know what he is missing.

  3. dougbrowncreative says:

    Ava, I have reduced my daily intake down to 4 cups. I am not really interested in life in the morning until the first cup is burning my hands. Yes, I mean burning. It has to be HOT. Hot enough to melt the cup. It’s a weird tick of mine – much be heat insensitivity – but I end up sending back a lot of coffee shop pours. They just can’t get it hot enough for me.

    Anyway, good post. I’m off to have more skin grafts done on my mouth….

    • Doug, you might want to look into your desire for drinking only scolding hot coffee — something might be lose in your noggin – just sayin’ 🙂
      Thanks for all of the positive kind comments. I appreciate your support.

      Blessings,

      Ava
      xox

  4. tiallarising says:

    I love coffee too. in fact, I had a caramel frapp at a Starbucks today to boost my spirits after physical torture. and i’m serious- it was torture…it was horrible… 😥 but you always cheer me up! 😀 thanks

    -Tia

    http://www.tiallarising.wordpress.com

  5. Jim says:

    Way to go stopping at the DD for coffee. It lends a certain blue collar, working class, salt of the earth air to your morning caffeine injection.

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