Take a Different Pain Away
I have such a headache right now. And I can pin it all on two women.
Okay, this is at least partly my fault; the women were just the enablers. The first is The Matriarch, my grandmother. For two of us, she would make ten cups of coffee. And after she was done with hers, and me with mine, there would still be six cups left. I would drink it down so that none would be wasted, and she'd say, "Oh, we're running out of coffee. I'll make more." To which I would say, "Oh, I'm fine. I don't need more." To which she would invariably reply, "Oh don't worry about it! I'll make the same as before."
From there, I went to visit my uncle and Aunt, Tiegirl. Tiegirl also drinks coffee. The first morning there, she was making some, and said, "Oh, I like my coffee fairly weak." Oh, really? Compared to what? Heroin?
Of course, it is also worth pointing out that her smack-coffee kept me alert for the whole drive back to grandma's.
Okay, this is at least partly my fault; the women were just the enablers. The first is The Matriarch, my grandmother. For two of us, she would make ten cups of coffee. And after she was done with hers, and me with mine, there would still be six cups left. I would drink it down so that none would be wasted, and she'd say, "Oh, we're running out of coffee. I'll make more." To which I would say, "Oh, I'm fine. I don't need more." To which she would invariably reply, "Oh don't worry about it! I'll make the same as before."
From there, I went to visit my uncle and Aunt, Tiegirl. Tiegirl also drinks coffee. The first morning there, she was making some, and said, "Oh, I like my coffee fairly weak." Oh, really? Compared to what? Heroin?
Of course, it is also worth pointing out that her smack-coffee kept me alert for the whole drive back to grandma's.