I Finally Drank Coffee-Coffee

Well. Not that much.

Almost everyone in my circle (almost because Danii thought it was a joke) knows I don’t drink coffee or tasted one. As in the real coffee that’s in liquid form. The beans that you brew or the powder you dissolve. Not as a flavor. The only coffee I’ve taken is the Kopiko candy. Not sure if that even counts. Someone even told me before, while taking Starbucks orders and telling them that I don’t drink coffee, Are you really a writer (if you don’t drink coffee)? Guess I really am not a writer. LOL.

So, I ordered from Dunkin’ while waiting for my second flight. I ordered two donuts: Bavarian and Choco Frosted. I accompanied them with Brewed Iced Tea (Black). I was even surprised they have brewed tea on the menu (Ganito ba sa Cebu or ang tagal ko na kasing hindi pumunta ng Dunkin’ store?).

I haven’t eaten or drank anything yet for the day. That was my first meal; at 10 minutes past 1 pm. So I was excited about the donuts and also to know if their tea would be one of my faves.

Guess you already know what happened next.

As I took my first long sip using the paper straw (I really don’t like using a paper straw. I shouldn’t have, and maybe, this commotion wouldn’t happen), my tastebuds tasted something unfamiliar but my brain knew what it was. Shit, I said in a split second after I gulped. The very first drink of coffee of my life. I had a “mini heart attack” because that’s what happens when you are in an unfamiliar territory, right? My brain was stunned but it was thinking (I know, it’s weird!). I was torn between taking off the lid to double-check (that what they served was black coffee) or just go back to the store and tell them that I think they had made a mistake.

They changed my drink. Yey! (I am unsure if I was overreacting, but I felt my heart beating faster than usual, even after drinking the tea. Haha! Prolly because of all the walking with the backpack, or was it really because of that one sip?!)

Changed!

But having this experience wasn’t a yey for me. Not the whole mistake of service. That was OK. That happens. But tasting coffee? No. Learning how it tastes, finally? No. I’m afraid I don’t understand why people love it. Why they consider it’s the only thing that keeps them going through the day and that their veins are no longer filled with blood but by coffee — like how people don’t understand why I love C2 Green. 

Bring back transparent plastic cups! (LOL.)