Guys, I have a confession. I have an obsession: thermoses. They’re amazing. True story.
I used to think thermoses were something that only old men use. Right? But they’re awesome. Maybe old men use them because old men are wise. And they know that Thermoses keep your coffee SO hot for SO long. It’s awesome. Hot coffee for a long time means that I can space out my coffee intake into a more efficient and manageable and less caffeine jittery way all day while I’m at school. It’s a law school coffee revolution. I’m convinced.
Friday morning I had to be at school early for my clinic office hours. Dustin (yeah, that’s happening again, BTW :) made me some coffee but I was in a hurry so I had to find something to take the coffee to go in. He apparently doesn’t have any travel mugs (what??), but he did have a thermos. Ok, it’ll do, right? Right. Plus I figured that Kyle (my clinic partner, who just turned 30) and I could bond over the thermos since he’s basically an old man. Fact: it worked. Kyle totally has a thermos. He loves it. I giggled about it.
But after 3+ hours and many hot hot mini cups of coffee (isn’t it so great that the thermos comes with it’s own mini mug?? right??), I was hooked. I basically shouted to Kyle that I LOVE THERMOSES! My excitement may have been partially due to the caffeine, but whatever!
I then immediately text Dustin to confess my love. He told me that I could have his. But I didn’t want to take his. Who takes someone else’s thermos? Rude!
But when I went to his house that evening for a little dinner date, I returned his thermos and guess what? He had went out and bought me my very own, amazing (old man) thermos:
I knew I kept him around for a reason. How sweet, right?
And by the way, I effing love my new Thermos! YAY!
