So another day at the grocery store, and i found myself confronted by yet another masterpiece of a drink. 'Irish coffee'- it read out loud. The promise of milk content in a drink is lucrative enough for me to deep dive into its flavour (people say it has something to do with my caste, bloody stereotypes). The word coffee further cleared any intial resistance i would have wanted to excercise. I grabbed it up. "Share and enjoy"- it read out. Sure, i do have my roommates at home who would absolutely be delighted to share this gem with me.
Post dinner, i brought out the tin can and announced to my clueless roomies that i have brought yet another drink to share with them. "NO", they yelled almost synonymously, without even having a glance. But that wasn't a deterrent for an over optimistic me. I cracked it open and took a sip..... Well, i have tasted cough syrups of different tastes and flavours but never imagined what a mocktail of all those would taste like. Well, now i know. I could have stopped there, but it said out loud, "share and enjoy", and i am a guy who takes such instructions very seriously. So i put up my glad face and passed it over. I would have been very disappointed by the drink, but seeing the faces of my roomies, just about to vomit, somehow made my day. It's insanely satisfying to see your actions produce desirable outsomes.
I have safely preserved the rest of the drink for visitors to try out. If you are looking for a good time, do join me on a Sunday afternoon!!
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