Chocoholic

I’m afraid my friend, Bob, is becoming an alcoholic. He always wants an after dinner drink. I suspect that after I leave his apartment, he has another one.

I really began to worry when I was talking to him on the phone at lunch and he told me he was going to have an after lunch drink.

Then one day, I think it was last Thursday, he said he was going into town for a meeting. He had done this regularly for the last several weeks. I checked in the paper and, sure enough, there was a listing for an AA meeting every Thursday in an office building in town.

When he left, I followed him in the other car. I went to the third floor office room. The door was slightly ajar and I could see and hear what was going on. Bob had just gotten up and was saying “My name is Bob and I am a Chocoholic”. He had become addicted to the small chocolate bottle liqueur drinks and it was all my fault!. I should have expected when he demanded to go to COSTCO to buy a box of 48 of these little chocolate bottle after dinner drinks.

I will promise, here and now, to take him to rehab, get that chocolate monkey off his back and back to the healthy way of life……….the Starbuck’s way!