Grant Rants

A funny thing happened on the way to Tim Hortons

I apologize for the lateness of this post, but I’ve been a wee bit busy of late and when that happens, my blog suffers neglect. And it gets bitter. Oh, but it does.

Anyhoo, you may recall I had been engaged in a wager with fellow reporter Angela Scappatura. In short, my dear friend believed I could not go three weeks without my daily fix of Tim Horton’s double-double. (By daily, I mean, three or four times a day really.) Other coffee was fine, which several readers suggested meant the bet was right silly. But they did not understand what Angela did – my addiction to the double-double was epic in a Godzilla-just-ate-Tokyo kinda epic.

However, I made it through the shivers, shakes, and the heebie-jeebies of withdrawal, hardly drinking coffee at all during that period, and survived the three weeks and she now owes me lunch. Shazam! Victory is mine.

But there has been an unexpected side effect to my three week vacation from Tim Hortons – my addiction appears to be broken. Specifically, while I don’t hate Timmy’s Double Double and will likely drink one, say, today at some point, I find it no longer has the hold upon me that it once did. The after taste is also not all that appealing. It’s like my palate has….evolved….well that or I am still suffering withdrawal.