Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts, and then McDonalds joined on the bandwagon. I never got the whole iced coffee thing. People driving with an iced coffee in their hands or sucking their coffee through a straw as they steered their grocery cart and shopped. Frankly, it made me want to roll my eyes.
I became one of them. I blame it on Target. Someone has to be to blame, right?
They built a Target five minutes from my house. Want to guess what else was inside?
Sometimes I have a need for caffeine, for coffee. For breakfast after a late night or on a cold evening when I have lots of things to do, I get that craving. I need a shot of caffeine.
It was ninety degrees outside and I was missing the cooler weather. Mother Nature had been teasing us with a few cooler days and I wanted a coffee. Yes, I could have made it myself in my dinky little coffeepot (my 4 cup coffee pot that barely fills a cup with the steaming brew) at home for pennies. Yet, I had been out running errands and my last stop with the girls was at Target.
When I was done navigating the behemoth cart around racks without snagging it on anything or running any unsuspecting customers over, I decided I deserved a treat. I went to Starbucks and ordered a cappucino and a milk box for the girls to share.
The woman ended up handing me this icy monstrosity with whipped cream. A frappucino. I took it without a word thinking that maybe I had ordered wrong. Cappucino, frappucino, they do sound somewhat similar. No. There is no way I accidentally ordered a frappucino.
I couldn't bring myself to tell the cashier that I hadn't ordered that particular drink since she had already made it. Anyway, I didn't really need a cup of coffee since I had a perfectly good coffee maker sitting on the counter at home that could brew one in minutes.
I handed over my money in exchange for the drink that I hadn't ordered.
I had tried Coolattas at Dunkin Donuts and the McFrappes at McDonalds in the past when I was in the mood for something sweet. I couldn't manage even more than a few sips. I had never thought to shell out $4.51 for a drink at Starbucks that I probably would never, ever like.
I waited til I got into the car to take my first sip. The perfect blend of coffee, chocolate syrup, and milk mixed with crushed ice slid down my throat. I was disappointed when at the stop light by my house, I took a deep sip which resulted in not even a drop of frappucino. I had polished off the entire cup in less than five minutes and I was feeling energized and rejuvenated from all that sugar and only a slight brain freeze.
Now I find myself looking for reasons to run to Target, as if I needed any before. Now, whenever I leave Target, there is Starbucks beckoning.
"Come on in Joy, and sample our tasty, refreshing goodness. You know you want to."
I do, I really do.
Are you a fellow iced coffee addict?