Last night Larry and I had dinner at Panera. It’s fall, and the turkey, apple and cheese sandwich was back on the menu.
We placed our order and headed over to get our drinks. I normally drink water with meals but had a taste for something different. I found myself standing at the drink counter, ruling out soft drinks. I don’t drink tea so that wasn’t too hard of a choice, but there, nestled among the teas, was iced coffee.
My daddy liked iced coffee, and I like coffee so I figured that made it a good choice.
I was wrong.
See, as much as I love my daddy and want to find ways to honor him, drinking iced coffee isn’t for me. I imagine he’d be happy I tried it though.