These really should come with some sort of warning label
. I can recall sitting at the counter of a chi chi
dessert bar where a pal was slinging espresso
. She had a little dish of chocolate
-covered espresso beans at the counter. I perched on a bar stool
for probably three hours just chatting, catching up, drinking her mistake drinks
- and munching bean after bean after bean...
When it was time to go I realized that my motions were all exaggerated - as if it no longer took as much effort to move my limbs. I had difficulty walking. Then I realized that my heart was hammering and I had broken out in a cold sweat. Needless to say, I did not sleep that night.
These things really should come with some sort of warning label.