|I buy coffee when it's on special. I store the extra cans on top of the cabinets. I have for years. |
This morning, Woody tells me that we're all out of coffee. "No problem," I tell him. "Just grab the can from on top of the cabinet."
Except, of course, we can't find the step stool.
I knock the can down with a broom handle.
"Who in hell put the EMPTY coffee can on top of the cabinets!"
Woody, taking a line from Dominic's playbook, swears it wasn't him. Of course, Woody's memory doesn't go much past five minutes, and the dachshunds can't lift anything that big, so...
At least he didn't try brewing a pot with three coffee measures of Taster's Choice in the basket again.