I’m having a quick coffee break to, well, have a non-caffeinated beverage. Since I stopped drinking coffee nearly five years ago.
Anyway, zipped along to Starbucks with my workmate Stretch to get my usual grande, extra hot, trim chai but the wee chicky-babe behind the counter must have misheard me.
As we were about to step into the lift back here at the office I got a whiff of the fragrance of my drink.
Chai? No.
Coffee? Oh yes baby. Coffee.
Really.
COFFEE.
So there you have it Invercargill, be afraid, be very afraid. I have coffee.
I’m almost afraid to drink it.
