I never thought I’d see this day.
I mean, I thought about it. Wished for it even. But I never really expected it.
I encouraged it, hoping Mr. French would take my hints. But he just wouldn’t do it. He gave a half-hearted effort but it wasn’t enough to overcome the many obstacles.
In the end, I gave up. I decided it just wasn’t important enough anymore.
And then one day, in a fit of desperation, it happened.
And just like that, he drank the coffee.
Not only does he drink coffee now, when he never would before, he even drinks that sludge that sits in the pot in the outdated employee lounge that someone forgot to turn off so it sits, burning away, until some crazed and tired man comes in to throw it out and make a new pot drink it.
Thanks for crossing over to the dark side, babe. But, you didn’t have to go quite that far.