Years ago when Nessa was buying various coffee makers and spending unnecessary money on different knick-knacks that make “great” coffee, I had to put my foot down. Nessa has a bad habit of obsessing on something for weeks, and then, well, letting it go. Whether it be phone games, plants, growing plants from various vegetables, making coffee, building a floor mat in our bathroom made of rocks, or using a food dehydrator to make orange jerky. Sometimes I have to put my foot down and say, “Listen, I can’t let you sit there and play Pot Farm every free hour of the day, I do not care that you just discovered a new strain of purple kush that you need to sell back for Pot Farm coins.”
The following story is one of those times that I learned, “A Woman Never Forgets.”
Nessa came home from the grocery store with a large bag of coffee that said Starbucks on the front. Back then I never had Starbucks. In fact, I thought anyone that did buy from Starbucks was a bit of a hipster. Little did I know, a few years later I would be that hipster buying Starbucks iced coffee, and various collector mug. I just wanted people to see I was drinking Starbucks like, “Oh my God, he is drinking Starbucks yall, I am so jelly!” At the time of Nessa’s coffee era though, I thought coffee was just coffee. To me there was no difference between Folgers medium roast and Starbucks medium roast, other than hipsters buy the Starbucks brand because of the name. I told Nessa, please just buy Folgers or the store brand, it’s all the same. She swore it wasn’t the same, but I didn’t listen. Although she disagreed, she did stop buying the Starbucks brand, and soon after the coffee era did end. She no longer used the coffee maker and moved on to something else.