"No!!"

 
My car wanted to turn into Coffee People. I held the steering wheel hard and sternly commanded a "NO!"

Whimpering, she tried to use logic on me.

"But.... but... But we ARE COFFEE PEOPLE! See the coffee spots all over the dash board? It screams iced Mocha Frappuccino. If that's not coffee then... then I don't want to know what it is. sniffle."

"Well, for one thing, thats not Coffee People. Thats Starbucks. You don't even know your coffee. What kind of car are you, anyway!"

The day called for a triple shot of joltin' java, but I held strong. I promised the car a wash later to make up for it, but she didn't believe me. And I don't blame her.