I was struck by a memory of my Mom while I was making my coffee, this morning.
My Mom was very particular about her coffee. At home, her coffee was easily half coffee and half Coffee Mate French Vanilla Creamer. The challenge was when we went out to eat.
Mom only drank coffee in the morning. Occasionally, following a Dr.’s appointment, we would stop for a bite to eat…usually at her urging because she didn’t get a chance to have any breakfast before we had to leave the house. On those occasions we usually stopped somewhere that served breakfast all day and that is what she would have.
Coffee always went with breakfast. When eating out, though, there usually wasn’t Coffee Mate French Vanilla Creamer available. So Mom would take time to get her coffee just the right combination of coffee, milk, and sugar. This usually took a while. Once the coffee was “perfect” she would relax back into seat and start to just enjoy the coffee. Invariably, though, a waiter or waitress would wander buy, and top her coffee cup off out of courtesy. After the waitress wandered on to the next patron, Mom would get this “wild-eyed” look on her face and say, “She changed the color of my coffee!” and off she would set to right the ratio of coffee:milk:sugar.
It was a never ending cycle and it would crack me up how indignant she would get about the color change. Now that I am drinking a lot of coffee, I get it, Mom, finally!
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