You know that you're an addict when...
I am a barista. My job is to brew copious amounts of caffeinated beverages and sell them to sleepyheaded coffee fiends at outrageous prices. I am a drug-pusher of sorts, a liaison between the producer and consumer, the one who turns the raw product into something drinkable. But, apparently, my job may soon lose its relevancy.Behold the miracle of modern science: caffeinated soap. It's like a shot of espresso without the aftertaste; a mocha latte without the calories. And anyway, who needs to drink coffee when you can just take a shower?
But as someone who deals with caffeine soaking through the pores as an occupational hazard, not a bath time benefit, I would argue that perhaps this product shouldn't become part of the daily (coffee) grind. Call me traditional, but I think I'll stick to my regular morning brew. The closest I want to get to caffeinated suds is sipping the foam off of my cappucino.
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Amen Laura! and hook me up to an IV.
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