Moral of the story?

So,
Big MaMa Q just fixed me a nice, tangy glass of coco.

That’s right, tangy. It took me the whole cup to figure out what fruit I was tasting.

Apple; my hot chocolate tastes like a tangy apple. Unexpected but delightful.

However, now I’m jonesing some caramel

And if you give a Q a caramel…

Well, you know how it goes. People end up dying.

Whiskey’s probably involved somehow.

And a vacuum cleaner. It’s a bad thing all around.

Never give a Q a caramel.

“But Myque,” you might say, “Didn’t this all start because Big MaMa Q made you a glass of coco?

“Yeah, so?” I’d say.

“And didn’t Big MaMa Q make the coco all hippy-like with Rice Milk, local honey and Organic Cacao dust harvested off the sweaty brows of malnourished, poverty stricken workers?”

“What’s your point kid?” I’d ask with an uneasy sense that someone might be mocking me…

“Easy. It’s not a case of Never give a Q a caramel, it’s Buy American.”

“Kid,” I’d say. “I like your style. Wanna grab a whiskey?”

"Sure!”



Moral of the story:

Never give a Q a caramel.