It’s the coffee equivalent of a decoy duck. You see it, you smell it, you almost believe it. But then you take a sip and realize there’s no roar of caffeine to greet you.
You get the ritual, the warmth in your hands, and the smug satisfaction of being “responsible.” But you don’t get the jolt. It’s like having a birthday party with no cake—just a single, sad candle on a celery stick.
