The conversation itself wasn’t even that interesting
The other day, after a meeting at the kids’ school, LOD asked me if I had a few minutes and he could buy me a cup of coffee to talk about some stuff. I said yes, so after the meeting we went and got coffee.
I ordered mine with soy milk, and he ordered his black. Then, as we were walking out to the bench, he stopped at the fixings bar and got a packet of sugar and put it in his coffee. I was stunned.
“You put sugar in your coffee?” I asked, incredulous.
“Yeah. At home I make simple syrup and keep it in the refrigerator because it dissolves better than sugar,” someone in LOD’s body replied.
I was gobsmacked. First, that he takes sugar in his coffee. Back when we were married, it was his badge of honor that he drank it black. But I was even more surprised that something so essential as a coffee order could shift so radically. From black to sweet. Makes no sense. But my order has changed, too. I used to drink it with half-and-half and sugar, and now I drink it with soy milk. (I don’t even like soy milk, but the deli near my office has some freaky kind of magic that makes their coffee with soy milk taste even better than coffee with half-and-half, which is technically impossible.)
If you can change your coffee order, then what else can you change? The possibilities seem almost endless.