Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Coffee

Many moons ago when I was just a preteen, I remember my dentist looking me in the eye and emphatically telling me that one day I would be in college and I would consume massive amounts of coffee, and that when this happened it was very important that I brush my teeth often. Or at least swish water around in my mouth after each cup of Joe. 

His tone was lightly begging.

My thoughts were, of course, that I had no intention of going to college and that I didn’t like coffee anyway so I disregarded his pleas. I nodded anyway.

He repeated the importance of this.

This man predicted my future.


Such a wise man.