I always make my own 'coffee to go' in the morning for my 45 minute drive through Atlanta traffic. On one unfortunate morning I left my coffee behind. Upon realizing this mishap, I knew I would never make it to work alive. I promptly pulled in to the nearest fast food establishment and ordered the grandest size they had available. Delightedly I took my first sip. Instead of feeling satisfied and relieved, I screamed in scalding anguished torture at the severe blistering heat of the brown liquid I carelessly imbibed. I spent the rest of the drive whimpering and drooling due to my tongues inability to function. I arrived to work in one piece and looked down at the wicked beverage sitting in the center console. Upon the lid, stated clearly in the simplest of terms: "I'm Hot."