Seeking, seizing the Kingdom

Joy and I were heading to church two weeks ago Sunday afternoon after a long weekend in western MN. It was a grey-ish rainy day, and I had ridden my Nighthawk home from Willmar, passing a couple rain showers along the way. We were running a bit late, but I really needed some coffee to make it through the afternoon without dosing off.

We pulled in to Caribou in Monticello and stopped in the drive-through to order. I asked what they were brewing today. They had a good dark roast, so I ordered that. Joy got an iced coffee drink. It was cold and rainy, so I asked, “Why are you getting a cold drink?” She replied, “So I don’t have to wait for it to cool down.” Her temperature tolerance is less than mine, so I could understand her logic. Pulling around, they took our money, and gave us our drinks. Hers was just as you’d expect an iced coffee to be, icy cool and ready to partake. My coffee was so hot, it nearly seared my hand just getting it to the cup holder, steam nearly pouring out of it.

I was quietly upset. I knew I wouldn’t be able to even sip on this cup for at least 20 minutes, and I was already tired, and “cranky” crossed my mind. It was over 45 minutes before I could start drinking my mildly addictive drug.

I rant all this to say this: People who get gourmet coffee by driving through are probably wanting to enjoy their not-too-hot beverage soon after they drive away. It seems that the consumer should at least be given the option to have some ice added or something with a similar effect.

All I know is that come July, you’ll find me frequenting the new Dunn Bros. rather than Caribou.

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