Never Without my Stanley

I've been carrying my thermos full off coffee since I was a freshman in high school. The only moment since then I have been without it was when I was 18. I was working in a saw mill and accidentally cut two of my finger tips off. At the hospital, when I woke up from the surgery the first thing I asked for was a cup of coffee. The nurse told me she wasn't sure if I could have anything to eat or drink yet. I told her to just give me my thermos and I'd get my own coffee. She then told me no one had brought it to the hospital. It took four hours before they released me from the hospital, still hadn't gotten any coffee and over 18 hours after the accident. My first stop even before going home was the saw mill back to where I was working to get my thermos. As soon as I picked it up, I poured a cup still just as hot as when I'd just made it.

Never again will you see me without my thermos more than a few steps from me.
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