No Coffee Allowed
My favorite sister’s name is Gwen. Before you go and get all huffy about me picking favorites, please note she’s also my only sister. (It’s a joke we have.) We’re twins. We certainly don’t look identical and we were born in different years, but we’re twins. We say the exact same things at the exact same time, we know exactly what the other is thinking (most of the time), and our own parents can’t tell our voices apart when they’re speaking to one of us on the phone.
Gwen hates coffee. (This is a phenomenon that does occur in a very small percentage of the world’s population. It is also a revelation that rather bewilders coffee lovers. “How could anyone not like coffee?”) I, on the other hand, can take or leave coffee. After reading the laughter-inducing “It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity,” (quote by Dave Barry) it has come to my attention that my coffee drinking habits are, well…recreational. I’m not quite sure I would go so far as to say they’re inhumane.
(See what she’s missing out on?)
This aversion to coffee does not just apply to the liquid form. There are also issues with the smell (which further astounds the coffee lovers) and extends to coffee being added to absolutely anything. This, of course, brings me to chocolate with coffee in it. I can remember at least two occasions when I very innocently ended up feeding her coffee by way of chocolate.