We usually do our grocery shopping on Friday, so by Thursday of this week, we were all out of coffee. Instead of making an early-morning trip to the Superstore, Nate and I decided to treat ourselves to a Timmy's on the way to work.
When you buy a Tim Horton's coffee during Roll Up the Rim, you're not just buying coffee. You're buying hope.
As your hands curl around that warm paper cup with the "Caution: Hot" warning printed on the side, you can't help but think ... maybe I'm holding a $5000 pre-paid Mastercard ... or a car that I could sell for at least $10 000. By the time I'm done drinking this coffee, all of my problems may have disappeared.
And, of course, they don't. But by then, you're too hopped up on sugar to care.
Mmmm ... white hot chocolate.
The next day, we still hadn't bought coffee, but I left too late to stop at Tim Hortons. (You know you're in Canada when rush-hour traffic is blocked by a long line of coffee-seeking addicts.)
Instead, I stopped at the Irving in New Maryland.
Inside the store, I was the only one in line for coffee. I got to:
1) choose my own brew (medium, because it has more caffeine)
2) add Vanilla flavor shots
3) throw in a couple of Irish Cream flavoured creamers for no extra charge.
I also got a deal on gum.
The whole purchase set me back two dollars and fifty cents, and I was in and out of there in less time than it would take me to find a parking space at Timmy's.
The Irving coffee was as good, if not better, than Tim Horton's. But it was just coffee.
Not hope.
This got me thinking about how many other products and services are designed to address the voids in our lives - holes that coffee was never meant to fill.
There's the new A&W slogan: "Need a buddy? Try the new buddy burger!" As if a $3 hamburger could ever be your friend.
And the checkers at Walmart: "Did you find everything you were looking for today?"
I always want to reply, "Everything except true joy and eternal happiness. But you don't sell those here, do you?"
As an aside, am I the only one who thought the automated, "Please go to ... BEEP!" was funny?
Probably not.
I noticed they've changed it.
I used to giggle all the way through the express checkout lane.
We live in the 21st Century - a world where you can have 581 unread messages in your inbox and still feel totally and utterly alone.
(If you know me in real life, don't actually worry. I do have 581 (now 583 ... 584) unread messages, but I'm mostly just lonely for chocolate. So much for Lent. That lasted a whole week and a half!)
A world where we have more than enough ... but still feel hungry. Empty. Unsatisfied.
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(Sorry, Mom, for saying crap.)
On the lighter side, I tried to wash my hands with toothpaste this week (not recommended). I also bribed a cat to come down out of the ceiling with a bag of treats (it worked).
Hole in ceiling is now inaccessible to felines.
I slipped on the ice at least ten times but fell only once. I went to sleep on the couch and woke up covered in dog bowls. I read Diary of a Wombat out loud and watched a small child pick his nose and eat part of it, then wipe the rest on his library book.
I resolved never to read library books while cooking or eating and to buy hand sanitizer to keep in my desk.
I wrote another 500 words in my picture book and practiced sketching faces until my charcoal pencil broke. I responded to many, many replies about the puppies. They aren't even born yet, and we probably have good homes for all of them.
I decided not to buy a milk and a salad for breakfast/lunch and bought a six-pack of gluten-free double-chocolate muffins instead.
Now that's a product I didn't regret buying.
Until today.
Muffins gone.
And the weekend will be too, soon enough.
Enough blogging for today.
Enjoy the sunshine!
Too late.
It's gone already.
But spring is on the way...