‘Is the Coffee Pot On?”

Remember the old Folger’s Coffee slogan, “The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup”?

I hate Folgers Coffee…

BUT – if it was the last coffee on earth, I would be tipping the carafe because this girl has to have her coffee. Daily. No exceptions.

Go with me on this for a minute. Think about most of the offices you walk into in America. Tell me you won’t spot a coffee pot within the first five minutes. I was in a Chase Bank branch the other day making a deposit and they had a coffee station set up for customers. Really? I don’t know about you, but I hardly have time to make a deposit at the bank and linger over a cup of coffee and a brochure on investment options while I’m there. As a side note, if you are there waiting to speak to a customer service representative long enough to drink a cup a coffee, you probably need to change banks. Just saying…

I think I would be accurate in claiming that you can determine someone’s personality just by sauntering over and peeking in their coffee cup. What color is their coffee? My analysis is that people who drink their coffee black without a hint of sweetness added are the drill sergeant types. They wake up in the morning and bark out orders to everyone before they even get slippers on their feet. To them, taking time to stir in sugar and cream is a complete waste of valuable time that could be better spent conquering the world. They live on the edge and worry that, if they took the time to add “fluff” to their coffee, they might miss something important happening in the universe.

On the other hand, those that leisurely sprinkle in a few teaspoons of sugar and pour cream in their coffee with abandon are the peacemakers of mankind. They like life slow and easy and, even if they are 20 minutes away from an important project deadline, will still slip over to the microwave to heat their coffee back up to a pleasurable temperature. Coffee is not only a necessity in their life, it is their security blanket.

This is where I fit in. It’s not that I mind a little challenge in my life, I’m just not going to do it over boring, black and, heaven forbid, COLD coffee.

Still skeptical about coffee defining your personality type? A clinical psychologist actually conducted a survey of coffee drinkers’ personalities. (He obviously had too much time on his hands.) You will have fun reading the results of this survey (Or, if you are a black coffee drinker, maybe you will be offended. Lighten up… (Get it? Lighten up? Lol.).

http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2013/09/11/what-does-your-coffee-reveal-about-you/

Last December, I was at a church conference where the preacher challenged everyone to read their Bibles more faithfully in the upcoming new year. One suggestion he gave was to eat or drink something you love while you are reading your Bible. This is so that your brain will associate the pleasurable experience with your Bible reading time and you will enjoy reading the Bible more. Sounded logical to me.

Naturally, I tried his suggestion. I drank a cup of coffee every time I read my Bible and read the whole thing in 12 months! I’m not kidding! Thank God I didn’t indulge in cheesecake instead of coffee or I would have needed to buy bigger clothes this year.

When I’m tired from a long day at work, anyone at home expects this text, “Turn that coffee pot on.” What really makes me sound like a pathetic addict is that I have already hinted to my family that I want a fancy Nespresso coffee machine AND I am typing this blog post while sitting in my local (drum roll please…) Starbucks! Wow, Regina.

According to Huffington Post’s article, “America’s Coffee Obsession: Fun Facts That Prove We’re Hooked”, over 400 million cups of coffee are gulped down by Americans every day. Read about more fun facts it had to say about our coffee addiction:

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/987885

So, be nice. Don’t judge me. I’m part of the majority.

Coffee is what makes the world go around. Think about it – people almost always say, “Let’s meet for coffee” – NEVER “Let’s meet for lemonade.”

I rest my case.