I like a good Styrofoam cup. It’s one of those simple pleasures in my life. Plastic cups sweat and make a mess, the liquid becomes warm quickly and watered down with the melted ice. Not so with a Styrofoam one.
McDonald’s has a large drink for a buck served in a Styrofoam cup. A great deal when you’re running between speaking, counseling and teaching.
Tuesday and Wednesday I had long busy days and made two Micky D pit stops for drinks. I forgot to take my cup out of the truck Tuesday evening and Wednesday night, after teaching an incarcerated fathers group, I took a big swig of what I thought was that day’s cup and discovered quickly I was mistaken. “Blech! Nasty!” was my reaction.
It was a distasteful reminder that what satisfies one day may not the next and to know what we thirst for in this life, and the one to come, better taste good in both.