When it happens, it gives a disheartening feeling……one that almost destroys my morning…almost.
Meandering over to Susie’s desk, where my African Cinnamon flavored brew was waiting, I awaited the happy feelings that come along with consuming the wonderful drink.
I pressed the top button of the coffee carafe, and after my mug was merely a third full, I was met with the burble and spitting sounds of an empty pot. I’m going to go ahead and say I’m fluent in the language of “gurgling”, because I CLEARLY heard the words “Fuck you! Ha ha ha!” come out of that carafe!
I WAS APALLED! To CUSS at me in a place of business—it’s downright rude and ridiculous! SHAME ON YOU, GIANT COFFEE DISPENSER! Shame…on…you! (Never mind the fact that I had intended on consuming your insides and turning them into coffee-scented pee…..you’re the one with the shame, Carafe….YOU.)
After being thoroughly disappointed at the audacity of that hot beverage distributor, I stomped to the kitchen.
I was still fuming, offended, disappointed, and above all, IN NEED OF CAFFEINE.
I planned on topping off my cup of cinnamon-Joe with the regular stuff…and so I pressed on yet another carafe.
“Gurgle, spit, fuuuuhhhck yoooooou, haaa haaa haa…gurgle”
**Shocked face, mouth agape, moment of defeat**
Me, now: Back at my desk…drinking what coffee I happened to obtain…and plotting revenge.