Wildest Dream - Worst Nightmare

Yesterday I was having our car serviced in preparation for our upcoming 4000-mile road trip. I took it to a dealership, and was ushered into a very nice waiting room. There was a lovely coffee bar, but there was NO coffee in any of the 6 gleaming carafes. I'd just met Rick at his work for a coffee break, so I didn't feel in dire need - but many of you know of my passion for FRESHLY BREWED coffee...I especially love 'Kenya', but off the supermarket shelf - give me good old Folger's...

I went outside to enjoy the beautiful, mild Las Cruces morning. I read for awhile, and came back inside to observe a man MAKING COFFEE. I watched him brew carafe after carafe of FRESH, HOT, TANTALIZING F-O-L-G-E-R-S....A 'dream' come true...gallons of 'Joe' - all for MY enjoyment...

The wonderful aroma was wafting in my direction, as I anticipated the glorious opportunity for indulgence....but then I realized I must be in HELL or at the very least, in the midst of my worst nightmare...my stomach churned and I suddenly felt nauseous. I had to turn away or risk chucking on the waiting room carpet...I realized - to my horror - I would be incapable of partaking of the caffeine 'feast' set before me. At that moment, I couldn't think of anything more disagreeable than drinking coffee...I sat there for another hour, and eventually began to feel better - must have been something I consumed for breakfast - but not before the coffee 'rotted' in the container (many of you know it's widely held that the properties of the coffee break down after 20 minutes and it begins to 'turn' in taste quality, even in a thermos).

So, what did I learn? What application do I bring away? None at all, really, just a random irony...but I have to go back to the car place today...they make the coffee at 10 a.m. I'd better get a move on...