The traffic was especially heavy last Wednesday. I got back home about 20 minutes later than usual and all I wanted to do was eat dinner, watch the news and go to bed. The housekeepers car had broken down and she had not gone to the market, so I had to go if I wanted coffee in the morning.
The grocery store was crowded with commuters getting food for the evening. The check stands were empty when I walked into the store, but got jammed as soon as I went to get in line. On the way out the line for lottery tickets was empty and I decide to try a five dollar pick on that nights drawing.
The cashier said, "Good luck. I hope you win the 500 million dollars, Mr. Barnes"
I had not paid much attention to the news and had not realized the jackpot was so high. There had not been a winner in six months.
The alarm went off at 3am; another day had started. I fixed my coffee and was out the door. I was glad I had gone to the store last night. Driving to work a 4am without coffee is torture. The coffee tasted wrong, but I was too tired to care. I just need my caffeine fix. I also took my special herb pills that I had made from a special recipe that was handed down from a long forgotten ancestor in Scotland.
I turned on the news.
"Anyone who purchased Goodhouse coffee at Allen's Market in Clarksville is strongly advised to not drink it and return it to the store for a full refund", the announcer said. He continued, "Goodhouse has received an email stating that he coffee was contaminated with a poison injected with needle."
"Great", I thought. That is my brand. Just then I started to feel dizzy and my vision blurred. My last thought was that I was dying just because I had to have coffee on the way to work and I was only 22 years old.
I woke up in the hospital. I ached all over. I felt like I had been hit by a truck.
The doctor walked in just then and picked up my chart off of the end of the bed.
"You are a luck young man, Mr. Barnes", he said. "You passed out from the poison in your coffee and your car was hit by a truck. Luckily the herb you were taking counteracted most of the poison. You will be fine with a little rest. We are going to keep you for a couple of days observation."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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