Confessions of a coffeeholic

This (Monday) morning I was fiddling with the coffee machine with my sleepy eyes, that I accidentally selected short black instead of a long black. Although it seemed very appropriate to the state I was in this morning, I hate that crap.

With that merely there coffee in my cup, I was reminded of my first real coffee experience.

So I was at my first job, at this very 'happening' work place, where everyone walk around with a Starbucks cup in their hands every morning.

Let's just call me naive, for a lack of better word, my idea of coffee was 3 in 1 Nescafé that served me well during uni days. My only rare encounters in Starbucks was for a treat to myself with a Java Frappucino. Cause that was the only name my sister taught me.

So you can safely say, I was lost in the new environment and was trying very hard to fit in. After a month or so of being in envy of my colleagues; one fine day, my colleague gets up and asks me if I want coffee as he is running down to grab one.

Without thinking twice, I say "Yes!" (Beaming with joy)

But that's when it all started going downhill. He asks the golden question, "what coffee do you want?"

I go in my head "Shit! What he means by what coffee?! What coffee do people drink?? Isn't coffee called coffee?!"

Trying to remain calm and composed, when he repeats the question, I blurt out "Espresso!" (I swear I thought that was a cool name for a coffee)

He looks at me and goes, "Wow, espresso! Must be a tough morning for you. Do you want a single shot or double?"

Still not getting it and thinking I'm on a roll, I say "double please!"

Let's just say the rest remains history.


Lilo