Fries with that?
"Would you like that iced or hot?"
Any sane person would ask for it iced on a day like this and I should have been no exception--but I was. Somehow I felt like I was standing up for some great moral truth by insisting that I have my latte hot on a hot day! It was good to stand up for something so important! I had given in before and regretted it so I wasn't about to make the same mistake again!
For those who are waiting for this to turn into a deeply philosophical post, I'm afraid I must disappoint you this time. Don't be too put out with me, though, for I do have an explanation.
It just so happens that I am not a great reader. I have several methods of reading and one of them is, of all things, to sit in a coffee shop and read with a drink in my hand. While a cold drink will not absolutely hinder me from reading, it will inadvertently disappear all too quickly and therefore lose all effect on my reading session before I had barely finished more than a page or two! Give me a hot drink, though, and it will stay there in my hand ever so long...long enough for me to make good strong in-roads on the material in front of me. You see it's the little stands like that which may affect the very information I carry with me for the rest of my life!
So yes, I drank a hot latte and you will be pleased to hear that I actually finished a book for once!