It dawned on me today that I have become obscenely pretentious when it comes to drinking black coffee. When I step up to the counter at the coffee shop and order my tall black coffee with no room for cream, I act like I am the barista's saviour, offering a small break in the midst of venti skim extra whip peppermint white mochas. And I'm fine with it. Badasses drink black coffee, and I, my friend, am a badass. And I will be as cocky as I want about it.
But honestly, when a girl goes up to the register and asks, "What can I get that doesn't taste like coffee?" can you blame me?
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