I heart you, Stanley 16 ounce/0.5 quart pink thermos
I don’t drink coffee, I never have. In fact, I rarely drink any hot beverages. Tea occasionally, a hot cocoa here and there. Perhaps a hot cider if the season is right. But coffee? Not so much. People usually put coffee in thermoses like this, right? I imagine some big burly construction worker, on a job site, taking this out of his lunch pail, pouring himself a coup while the foreman tells him where to put those steel girders.
But…maybe not this particular thermos. It’s in hot pink. So why did I buy it? Clearly, I’m no construction worker. I don’t drink coffee. So why the hell did I buy it. I bought it because I saw it on a shelf, I picked it up, and I said “I want this.” I wasn’t looking for a thermos. I wasn’t looking for anything at all. But feeling this in my hand, my lust switch got tripped. Yeah, it’s pink. To me, that made it even more special. It was something rare, something out of the ordinary, something no one has. This is how I buy things. I don’t buy many things out of necessity. I really don’t need all that much. But when I see something I want, something that makes my heart beat faster, something that makes me want to do things that I’ve never done before (like drink coffee), then I know there’s something special about it. I am cursed with this passion, you could say. It controls me every waking moment, and applies to all things: food, women, cars, toys, tools, shoes, paper towels, cereal, etc. See, even as I type this, I’m thinking “Let me stop, and admire this thermos once more.”
