It was a three-hour drive from Connecticut to Delaware to visit my in-laws. We would leave very early in the morning and stop on the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey for fuel and coffee.
Now, mind you, we made this trip at least one weekend each month, so you would think that by now I would know better than to drink the coffee. But silly me, every time we stopped at the service area, my husband would go to the Dunkin Donuts and buy two cups of their coffee. Ugh! It was the worst coffee I ever tasted and I haven’t been able to drink any of their coffee ever since!
In Dunkin Donuts’ defense, I know people who swear by their coffee—that it’s the best thing going, and they even sell it now in supermarkets and convenience stores; but as for me, I wouldn’t touch it with a 10-foot pole!
Why such vehemence, you ask? Well, maybe it was the coffee maker at that particular store, or the person who made it, or any number of things; but in the eight or more years that we made the trip, the result was always the same—bitter, -acidic, overly hot with a somewhat burnt smell–nasty tasting coffee. How could someone make such a vile brew for over 96 months!
But worst still is the fact that I expected it to be better each time and without fail I would take two to three sips and have to throw it out at the next rest stop!
I’ve been told that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting to get a different result. I wonder what my worst coffee experience says about me.
