You know that phenomenon where one year at age 12 you make an offhand remark at Christmas that you’re really into trains (or ninjas, or circus animals, or ladybugs, or whatever it was for you) and then for the next 22 years you get trains for every holiday gift. Into college you’re still getting little train mugs, posters, flatware, whatever. It’s just one of those things that happens.
I am pretty sure that’s the reason that every time I get a birthday card or a toast or some other all-office thing they reference the *same* thing, a certain tasty cold beverage. It’s just one of those quirky little things about life. Once people get something stuck in their heads as “your thing” they can’t let go of it.
It has nothing to do with anything.
No that’s not a camera phone picture of my desk as I’m writing this.






