I like the ritual of making coffee, and I am a person with strong routines.
Every evening after dinner, and after I’ve tidied the kitchen, I get the coffee pot ready for the next morning. When I get up, I stumble to the kitchen, turn on the coffee pot, then take a shower. That way the coffee is ready when I am out of the shower, so I can sip it while I reflect on what the day holds. Summer, winter, weekend, weekday, the routine is the same.
This morning, I went through the routine, but when I poured my coffee, I got a surprise.
I lifted the lid of the coffeemaker and realized where things had gone wrong.
So, I started over again. I refilled the reservoir, actually put a filter AND coffee in the gasket, and pushed the button. In the time it takes to shower, I had a fresh pot of the real thing.
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What would we do without our morning cup of coffee? The whole day would be off. I think there are many others out there who also have coffee pot stories. I once forgot to put the carafe back in place. What a mes I had to clean up.
More like: Your morning cup of NO. Or at least, not yet. Fun how your words set up the punchline delivered by your pictures.