Coffee

Today has not been my day for coffee. Tammie made me a cup of coffee at home this morning and put it on top of my car for me to take into the car with me when I got in. She told me she'd done it. Not sixty seconds later, I got into my car, closed the door, and started to drive away. Ten seconds after that, I remembered the coffee and came to a stop. Coffee cup fell over, and coffee showered my windshield and driver's side window.

Tammie was just getting ready to pull out of her own parking place; she saw that I had had a catastrophe and stopped. She gave me half of her own coffee to replace that which was now decorating the outside of the Dykemobile, and we each drove away.

The replacement coffee tried to kill me. I swallowed wrong, and then I hacked and choked for nearly a minute, eyes watering frantically and lungs gasping.

I now have a newly made cup of Irish Crème coffee. I can only hope this one will treat me better.