I’ve always wanted a favorite mug. I don’t know why, I just want one that is only mine. I am a hard core coffee drinker and felt like I needed to enhance my addiction with an unnatural dependence on a special cup. I searched the corners of the earth looking for just the right candidate but always found everything too small, too heavy or too polka-dotty, so I always I reverted back to the plain black mugs in kitchen.
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One day Dewie and I were rummaging through a thrift store looking for treasure when we happened upon the brightest, prettiest orange mug in all the land. Since orange is my favorite color, I felt this must be fate. I gingerly picked up the mug that was destined to be my new best friend, admiring it’s clunky 70’s style and feeling the weight in my hand. I turned it around and my heart dropped. In a cloudy white splotch was the previous owner’s name, “Richard.” Boo.
Perhaps this particular mug was not meant to be my personal vessel in which I would carry my precious nectar of the gods. And that’s when it spoke to me. “But I’m orange and awesome, Molly. We need each other.” It was then that I realized that Richard was not the previous owner’s name; it was the cup’s name. Of course! I gleefully paid 75 cents for my new companion while ignoring the disapproval emanating from my girlfriend. As I lovingly wrapped Richard in paper and strapped it into the back seat, I heard her mumble,
“I not calling that cup Richard.”
“Yes you are.”
And she does.
2 comments:
Everyone needs a personal mug for those mornings when it's hard to focus and the world is a little foggy. It's not only handy,because you readily recognize it, but it's like a warm friend.
Good stuff!
That is hilarious! Personally, my coffee mug has two names. One for before my first cup in the morning, and one for after.
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