|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.
|The new fangled coffee maker at work does produce a tasty cup of coffee, that's much improved over the regular varieties of murky tepid pond water we have to drink.|
Working nights, you discover you have a choice. You can either make a whole pot of coffee, just for you - which seems like a lot of bother - OR, you can drink whatever dayshift left you in the airpots. Yumm.
Either way, the coffee in the office generally borders on vile.
|I woke up about 10:30 pm last night. (For some strange reason, when one works the night shift, you want to sleep all day and stay awake all night!) |
In any event, about 5:30 am, I decided to make a pot of coffee. I went to get the coffee filter out of the brewer and WTF? The coffee filter was filled with a black tarry mess. Evidently, somebody tried to make a pot of coffee using three coffee measures of Taster's Choice instant coffee, instead of the Folger's ground coffee.
I'm gonna have to have another talk with Woody.