it's been 3 days but the shock is lingering.
i thought that the pain would have subsided a little but this morning as i sipped my first cup of coffee,
it came back like a bolt from the blue.
just when you think that it's over.
there it is again.
it was saturday night.
in niagara falls.
it was the festival of lights, the opening ceremony.
it was a warm and balmy evening, the people were out in droves and everyone was happy.
and no event is complete without a cup of coffee to hang on to.
i'm sure you would agree.
so that's when we went into here.
not somewhere that i would usually fraternize as i like my coffee just - with coffee.
and some cream.
just to take the blackness away that's all.
no maple, mint, mocca, chocolate, frothy foam, latte, frappe or otherwise.
just the coffee please.
i ordered 2 cups.
one for me.
one for oldest son.
he asked for a venti vanilla latte.
i said, 'what size?'
see, what do i know?
i ordered the tall thing on the picture above the counter.
i was confused.
and a little intimidated.
the name escapes me now.
the taste lingers.
warm, insipid, sickly and when you get to the bottom,
for two cups of stuff that doesn't even resemble coffee.
i felt like i'd been ravaged.
and not even kissed first.
i get the bucks part.
i don't get the star part.
i don't know when recovery will kick in.
i don't know which is worse.
that they charge that.
or that i just gave them my money and didn't say a word.
i forgot to check to see if there was a prize in the cup.
surely that was what all that money was for.
we just threw them away.