So there I was flexing my coffee muscles with a co-worker discussing whose coffee is better . . . he had some bitter dark brewed winter blend and I had nicely balanced fresh ground apple dumpling. Clearly, I had the superior cup o’ joe.
Until he said, “that’s girlie coffee.”
Wait . . . what??
So, I asked him, “What would you define as ‘girlie’ coffee?”
He said, “you know, those flavored ones; hazelnut, vanilla. I want to taste coffee when I drink my coffee.”
Of course now I’m offended. Yes, I’m a girl . . . but, dammit, I like my golden French toast brew! And, now I have to worry weather or not someone will think I’m a frilly pretty-in-pink sorority chick just because of my coffee.
Thinking I might be able to snag him with the condiments he added to his java . . . you know, like, sugar, syrups . . . whipped cream. So, I asked him, “What’s your favorite way to drink coffee.”
Him, “I love a good Latte`”
Him . . . snagged!
“Oh, yeah and that’s not girlie”, says I.
“I’m French. Of course I like latte.”
French . . .
. . . man . . .
. . . latte.
If I asked for a cup of coffee, someone would search for the double meaning.