Mmmm...roasted turkey. Sounds delicious, huh? Not if it's in your coffee. Today, I killed my legs at the gym. I pushed myself to the point of choking back my gag reflexes. At least an hour past my workout I was coughing because my lungs were wanting to jump out of my throat for the abuse I had just done to my body. My normal daily routine consists of dropping off Farrah, hitting the gym while guzzling water and apple juice on leg day, protein shake, then off to Mela for coffee and writing. Well, it was so intense and incorporated massive cardio along with the lifting (anyone who knows me, knows cardio is my nemesis), that I just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. That is not an option as it is not part of my day.
Instead of my usual mocha, I went for tea. I had a feeling if I went for the rich snickers breve, puke was on its way to the carpet at my feet. I'm an excellent customer and wouldn't want to have that happen. And if it did, I already told Justin I'd leave it there and take off pretending it didn't just happen. Public puking is embarrassing! So, tea it was.
Here's the thing. There isn't as much caffeine in tea as there is in coffee. So, I've been nodding off here and there. I can't do shit when all I want to do is lay my head down and sleep. Not cool. So, I went up to the front counter and whined to Justin about what the hell I could do (I was hoping he was going to tell me they sold that 5 hour energy shot). What he offered me was something I'd never had in my life in all the years I've either worked as a barista, running a coffee shop, or simply drinking coffee for forever. Taking a shot of espresso. He made it and handed it to me. "What do I do with it? Do I add sugar or something?" He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Just throw it back and chase it with your tea."
Did he just give me tequila?
I did as he suggested. I had no idea how completely disgusting and rancid shots of espresso were. No idea at all. See the title of this post? Yeah. That is exactly what the flavor of the shot was. I'm curious if one of the roasted beans they sell is titled "Burnt Thanksgiving Dinner" or "No Gravy Because the Drippings Are All Ash". Sick, sick, sick and never again. Am I awake? Yes, yes I am. I will give them that. The task to remain awake was accomplished and here I am typing away about a shitty shot of espresso. Because that's so important. Alright, back to work.
I wonder if that shot had the power to give me a bleeding ulcer...I'll find out later.