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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred , Page 25 of 307 "No, I buy pounds of Jessie's Organic Online." "Really?" He walked over to his commander's chair in front of the flatscreens and started banging. "Yup." In less than a minute, he had my billing history with Jessie's Organic Online up on the screen. It was supposed to be secure and private. My credit card number was right in front of his face. "I was already impressed," I said. "I wanted to see if you were bullshitting me. You drink almost two pounds of this high-end stuff a month. You must get horrible headaches when they take you out on those camping trips with the young men." He knew all of our code language. He was clearly a lapsed member but likely had been a convert. Those are the people who feel the most ripped off when they start to realize that our definition of true was dicey from the very start. When converts pop out you can't keep them in no matter what you say because they usually have no other family in the church. It was easy to keep me from drifting because I knew I'd lose everyone I'd ever been close to if I left. Your entire history can be a strong persuader. "If you must know, I chew gum on the mornings of those camping trips. There's nothing against chewing gum." |