I realized a few weeks ago...that I hate Styrofoam. Not for packing. But in cup form. I was somewhere with John. Somewhere where they make legit coffee. If you know me at all, you know I am a coffee snob. I did not know I was until I married John. I'm not that picky about many things. But coffee is one of them. Anyway...it was a decent coffee place. We ordered our coffee and waited. It was delivered. And I just stared at it. Styrofoam cup. Not the el-cheapo office kind. It WAS made for coffee and had a lid and everything. But I still felt like...ew. I don't know why. I think it's just ingrained in me: coffee goes in glass, ceramic, paper or metal. That is all. Plastic?...pushing it. Styrofoam? How dare you.
I'm not sure how this all came about. Maybe it's because Washingtonians would sooner throw themselves in front of your car than serve coffee in a Styrofoam cup (a lot of it probably has to do with being hippies and going green). A large part of it is just the awful texture and the fact it makes your drink taste like itself. It does. Maybe it just reminds me of my years (I accidentally typed "tears" and laughed...those too!) working at the dreaded bank. I swear we had Styrofoam cups for our lobby's complimentary coffee.
Obviously, I'm the
only one that feels this way.
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