Ok. This, in my opinion, is the worst form of torture out there.
It’s cold. It’s windy. A nice warm cup of hot chocolate is just what you need. So you head over to the brand new campus Coffee House. You stand in line (once you’ve found the end of the line). The pastries taunt you from behind the glass counter, but they are not what you came for.
You order. You put the cardboard cup holder around the cup to keep from burning your hands. And you place a lid over the steaming hot chocolate.
But, when you go to take a sip, the molten liquid burns a hole in your tongue, and your forced to put the cup down. It’s still cold outside. And windy. And the hot chocolate is mocking you from the table. You hold it between your hands, but you CAN’T. DRINK. IT.
What’s worse is that the first sip you had is turning your tongue into cotton. You scrape it against the roof of your mouth to try to bring feeling back, but it feels like the taste buds are being rubbed against sand-paper.
So you wait. Wait for the damn hot chocolate to cool down. Just enough so that it is still warm, but not too cool that it turns into fancy chocolate milk. Otherwise you’ve just wasted two bucks.
Meanwhile, you’re freezing.
Torture, I tell you.
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