Help! I believe I'm addicted. To coffee, that is. I try my best to not stop and get my 20 oz. fix every day, but it's double punch Tuesday and when I drive by that stand my body takes over and my hands jerk the steering wheel right in. I wake up in the morning and desire that moment when it touches my lips and fills my body with warmth. It's like it enters my veins and gets the motivation circulating in my body. I hate to compare it to something so terrible without any first hand experience to empathize with it, but I think it is similar to a drug addiction. My body doesn't feel right until I get my fix. I mean, there are worse addictions right? But it isn't the cheapest one. I mean my $5 cup of coffee is like a pack of cigarettes, cost wise anyway.
I look around and I see all of my fellow gang members with their coffee cups and stacks of homework to grade. I think I am beginning to figure it out. We can't deal with these children without our coffee. I think back on my young schooling days and I remember my teachers having mugs at their desks every day also. Who started this frenzy? Who is responsible for this epidemic of coffee consumption? Probably the same person that started the Starbucks franchise. Whoever you are, thank you. I don't know what I would have done without you.