obscene
For being as important as I say it is, I certainly don’t treat my morning coffee with much respect. I drink about half a cup at the optimal temperature (blisteringly hot) and regrettably let the second half cool to a foul, tepid excuse for a beverage at which point it is impossible to simply refill the cup – it must first be microwaved. This makes the sweet, easy gesture of filling up my cup of coffee – one which Marc will sometimes offer to do – a much larger chore.
Marc: There, I made it obscenely hot.
Aimee: Ooh – thank you. I love obscenely hot.
Marc: Is that why you love me?
Aimee: Ha!
Yes, my love, that, among other things.
Listening: Deer Hunter
