“What would you like?” I asked.
“How about a Frappuccino,” Arthur
replied.“Ok, what kind?”
“How about a Vanilla Bean, Grande?”
Game to try something different, the
order was placed. I guess what we were both picturing was some kind of coffee Frappuccino
with vanilla bean flavor. But we could not be more wrong, when we were handed
this huge cup of white stuff.
A few sips later, the drink ended up in
the bin. Not that it was bad, just not my thing and not worth the extra calories.
And Arthur wasn’t interested in drinking it.
The “perfectly innocent” Frappuccino became
the perfect brew for the frustrations that ensued. What might have seemed like
a perfectly “normal” exchange before ordering turned into a “marriage
counseling case type of” conversation during the car-ride; which then
looped in my head, to be psycho-analyzed over and over again in the last 24 hours.
Things might have turned out differently
if the drink turned out to be what we expected/ hoped for. Eden was disrupted
over a fruit, and peace was so easily disrupted over coffee - aka. when things don't go our way.
A humbling
reminder of how weak we all are, how fragile the peace of our relationships.
And marriage, continues to be hard work.
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