.......“No, I like it black.” I said.
Igg and Ook exchanged nervous glances, and handed me the cup. Ook’s sister caught my eye and shook her head ever so slightly.
They messed with my coffee? The war is on!
Igg and Ook’s eyes met as I pretended my first sip. In the midst of Sunday School, I went to the coffee pot and pretended to pour more into my still full cup. I thought the pair would jump up and dance.
When the class was finished, the two boys shot out of my office. Ook’s sister stayed behind. I figured it was a dog-terd, but they dropped a few ex-lax pills into the grinder with the coffee beans. I was impressed; I’d under estimated those two.
After church, I called their moms to my office. They were so embarrassed. It was tempting to let it go, but where would the fun be in that? I asked if we could teach them with a little payback. Their lips twisted with satisfaction and we brought the dynamic duo in.
“Boys, I need to know if you did something to my coffee? I have allergies to certain drugs that could kill me.” (hey, I really do have allergies)
“Oh my, we didn’t think of that... Sorry Dave, we put ex-lax in your coffee. Will you be ok?”
“I’m fine, but this is the way it is. Your mothers and I agreed that payback is called for. You won’t know where or when, but its coming.”
They swallowed hard, nodded and marched out of my office under their mother’s icy gaze. Life can be so sweet. For the next few weeks, I offered them all kinds of tasty treats, but nothing happened. They were nervous wrecks.
It happened the weekend we went to Canada. Ook’s sister busied herself at my espresso machine, making Igg and Ook’s mocha’s under their worried and watchful eyes.
“Can I try a sip? It looks so good.” Ook’s sister set the hook that spelled her brother’s doom.
He nodded and both boys sighed with relief as she tipped up the cup. I almost cried, I was so proud of her.
The short trip to Canada took a little longer that day. By the smell of things, they didn’t quite make it between all the rest stops. I love my job.
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