By Jenny Razor
Suzanne Thompkins of Omaha, Nebraska woke up this morning having finally decided. “I don’t know what it was this morning, but something in me just said, ‘Today’s the day.’”
Instead of pouring her morning (often turning into afternoon) coffee into her steel-trapped travel mug, she put it in her fancy Starbucks mug. With a satisfied sigh, she began drinking out of it before it had even cooled down.
“I have been saying for the past year that I would do it. I have been enviously watching shows of people sitting in coffee shops with their open mugs, the steam wafting out of them in beautiful wispy shapes, all the while dreaming that one day I would be brave enough to do it myself,” Suzanne explained with a wistful look in her eye.
Suzanne’s travel coffee mug, her usual safe choice, was placed in the dishwasher to be given a good thorough cleaning. She also hoped it would help her resist the temptation to put her coffee back in it if she lost her nerve. She estimates that she hadn’t washed it in the last year and a half.
Suzanne’s husband, Tom, walked into the kitchen and stood dumbfounded for a moment, looking around, wondering what was wrong. He gasped when he realized he could actually see and smell the brown liquid. He cautiously approached Suzanne and carefully asked her what she was doing.
“I didn’t feel like I needed to explain myself,” said Suzanne. “Perhaps this will help Tom see that there’s more to me than he thought.”
When Suzanne found herself chasing after her 2-year-old girl, Daisy, precariously carrying the open-topped mug, she explained, “I felt a thrill I haven’t felt in years.”
Suzanne even considered sitting on the couch with her coffee, but that felt like she might be taking it too far. “Baby steps, I kept telling myself.”
“Perhaps if this goes okay, I’ll consider that tantric sex party I was invited to next month,” Suzanne pondered while attempting to take a sip of her coffee, hold her screaming toddler, and put clothes in the washing machine.
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