my conversion story

About six years ago, before Rachel and I were married, I thought I would be a good fiance' and surprise Rachel by bringing her a coffee at her work.  After purchasing the drink (it type of drink changed over the years), I would always have a small sip during the short drive from the coffee shop to Rachel's work.  Each time I would have a sip, I would think to myself, "how in the world to people actually enjoy this overpriced nastiness?"  Yet, each time I ordered a drink for her I would STILL have a sip thinking that just maybe this is the time I would find the drink remotely good.

Fast forward about 75 to 100 coffee drop-offs and about six years and something happened.  I had just bought Rachel an Iced-Mocha from the Filling Station and was on my way to drop it off.  During the 3-4 minute drive to Rachel's work I found myself drinking about 80% of the drink and leaving nothing more than a few sips left for my wife.  Rachel was not impressed.  On my next visit to the Filling Station uttered words that I never thought would come out of my mouth.

(Barista dude) So, another iced mocha, no fat no whip for the wife?
(Me) Yes........ But...... Could you actually make two of those?

I am not sure if I could really be considered an all out coffee drinker.  I order one of those things a week at most... and, at this point, an iced mocha is the only coffee drink I like.