Every morning I dutifully take my travel french press (Slightly related: best. sister. EVER.) into our kitchen at work to make myself some coffee. And I mean real, brewed coffee, none of this Nescafe/Africafe crap.
And without fail, nearly every morning, whichever coworker is in there proceeds to make some comment such as, “You, you like to take the strong coffee!”
Now, I don’t know if there’s more caffeine in the instant or brewed coffee (and every single morning I wonder this), but I nod and say yes, yes, but of course, and oh my how delicious it is.
This morning my coworker and I had this slightly different conversation:
Coworker: “Oh, such strong coffee. It smells good, but me, I prefer tea.”
Erin: “Yes, I know, most people here do. But I find it just so delicious.”
C: “Americans, you all drink coffee I think. Us here, we drink more tea.”
E: “Well, yes, I think more Americans probably drink coffee than tea. But there are many people who drink tea in the US, I promise.”
C: “But you prefer coffee. Strong coffee.”
C: “Someday perhaps it will kill you, all that caffeine.”
E: “… Errmm… Let’s hope not?”
So… er, something to aim to avoid, I suppose.
(ETA: The amount of times I’ve posted about coffee on this blog, and the corresponding implication of how important that indicates my daily caffeine fix is in my life, leads me to believe this is more likely to be my demise than I originally thought.)