For Wings

"Thanks for the 'cup-o-joe' dollface."

I don't drink coffee myself. I tried it once when I was 12 at a diner while we waited for our ride to pick us up. We waited hours because apparently Denise's father drank alot and had this nasty habit of passing out when he should have been sober and picking up 4 children trapped in an all-night diner.

They had a 'bottomless' cup of coffee special and I abused that loophole and must have drank ten cups. Got violently ill.

Now if someone had actually had a brain in the group, we would have realized after the first hour that, "Hey, I can call my Dad to pick us up instead".

No cell phones in those days so no access to the Google to help us. Today I would have entered 'SAVE ME" in the search box and followed one of the results.

Instead we waited, and waited and waited and memorized all the Canadian history on the sugar packs. Then I violently puked in the bathroom and to this day can't drink coffee because of the sense memory that always comes back. I can't eat carrot cake or drink cream soda or smoke cigarettes for the same reasons.