It is muggy hot this morning, clothes sticking to your back on the short walk from the Metro to your office, and what do you decide you need right then?
A piping hot Starbucks coffee.
Might the consumption of hot coffee on a hot day, when you are already trying not to sweat stain your suit, be a sign? A sign that you have an addition.
That you need to admit that you are powerless over caffeine – that your life has become unmanageable. That you may need to quit this monkey, if only to save you the embarrassment of perspiration in your profession, not to mention the $5 you spend each morning on your fix.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs