is Folger's all over the floor.
I don't know why I can't even make coffee.
You wouldn't think it's a task beyond my ability.
Simple process right?
1. Fill pot with water
2. empty water into reservoir
3. Place clean filter in maker.
4. place two scoops of unused coffee grounds into filter
5. close filter holder
6. press 'on' button.
I followed this process. I even read the manual to make sure I wasn't missing anything.
went downstairs. Ironed my clothes, read comments and visited a couple blogs.
came back upstairs for a hot cup of caffienated yumminess.
there it was.
My Gevalia coffee maker was belching, hissing and spewing like a sorority girl at the morning after the final day of Spring Break. Approximately three drops of java brewed in the pot. The rest flowed like lava down the face of Mt. Kich-n-cubberd. I refrained from the strong temptation to lick the coffee from the lineoleum, and instead wiped it off the floor.
Upon closer examination, I discovered that I shouldn't even be allowed to try to boil water. I didn't put the pot into the receiving area/hot plate exactly as I was supposed to. I may be a little defensive here, but I think it is a flaw in design if you are expecting the consumer to have pinpoint accuracy down to the micrometer without -- ironically -- first having a cup of coffee.
Compounding the irony, I thought, I could really use some coffee to better deal with this.
Soooo....
no coffee on the way to work.
Instead, i double-fisted my mountain dew, growing increasingly irritated at the radio stations.
c'mon....less talk and more rock!
My ride took four minutes longer than usual because I hit every red light possible. I think I even hit one of them twice. Because I didn't have coffee, I dozed off at one and awoke only when the symphony of horns behind me awoke me from my pleasant dream that I was the grand marshal of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
I went straight to the cafeteria and filled two cups of coffee. I'm not only filling one cup and then taking the time it takes to go four floors for the inevitable trip that would soon be necessary. This is why I have the handy little warmer that I occasionally leave on and later inadvertantly use as a leverage device for standing up, thus branding myself on a repeated basis.
I resent, by the way, any isinuations that I may depend on caffiene. I'm just a social drinker. One or two cups, just to be friendly. Just to loosen up. But I can quit any time I want to.
really.