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Like if you love Coffee ☕️ Confession Time!
In addition to loving glitter, hot guys, business class, French bulldogs, and disco divas…
I must confess, I adore coffee.
Not only do I love it, but I am a coffee snob.
I was recently in Paris, because…YES!
As a coffee snob, I went to different specialty coffee shops.
I went to these fancy, serious, third-wave bastions, and their coffee wasn’t right. “How so Christian?” Glad you asked.
In a word….under-extracted.
That’s Coffee Snob for weak.
And crazy expensive.
They charged so much I thought it was going to be served by a stripper in a special room.
SIDEBAR: New business idea - Specialty Coffee Strip Club. We will call it Get Up and Go-Go.
Back to Paris.
The coffee was super expensive and weak.
And do you know what I did?
Channeled the Dali Lama¬–kept my mouth shut and smiled.
How terrible would it be, as an American to tell a French person that they were doing food incorrectly…and be right!
I didn’t want to throw the earth off its axis.
This was my most compassionate moment.
Not only for the French (I expect a thank you note from the outgoing PM), but also for you, dear reader.
I held my comments inside and kept the earth spinning normally.
So, when you wake up tomorrow, and the sun is still rising in the east…. You’re welcome.
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