harts is out. texaco is in.

I have an addiction. I will not beat around the bush. I will come right out and say it. I am not afraid to admit that yes, I am addicted to hot cocoa.
From the summer, up until last Friday night, it is safe to say that I have single handily bought at the very least 63 cups of cocoa. Its unhealthy. I work my schedule and caloric intake around Hart's trips. Ditching school to go. Filling the cup to the brim with an unnecessary amount of coffee creamers. Hazelnut really. 99 cents can't do you wrong at harts.
But. Last Friday, while with the boys, we decided to hit up the Texaco across the way from the neighborhood grocer. There was a hot cocoa machine. And, of course I was drawn to it. Hot Cocoa is my weakness. My father once told me, "You don't drink juice. You drink cocoa, that doesn't count." If it were not against my religion, I would be a hardcore coffee drinker. Believe me. Any who, I was drawn to the cocoa machine. Without checking the price, I pulled a 16 oz. cup off the rack and proceeded to fill it to the near brim with cocoa. While watching the cocoa pour, the smell embraced my nose and a smile came across my lips. This was rich, rich, creamy, creamy, divine cocoa. I was pumped. I looked at the creamers. Oh have mercy! Caramel latte, vanilla latte, white chocolate latte, and the originals the Hart's carries. Of course, my hands met caramel. I opened and took a whiff. Sweet heaven. I poured three into my cup of already over flowing cocoa, grabbed a Dixie lid. Slapped it atop my cocoa. Found a straw, and went to the counter. The nice woman who told me of her diabetes smiled and said, "1.05." I smiled. "Score. One cent cheaper then harts. Better creamer. Richer cocoa. My name is Mandi. Remember me, you will see me more often."
So. I must say, sorry Hart's, it has been real. You were my first love, but I have moved onto bigger and better things. That "thing" of which we talk about is Texaco.