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.