There’s nothing a coffee incident to sully your morning. My usual weekday habit is to grind coffee beans in the evening, set up the coffee maker with water, filter, etc, and then the next morning, before I shower, turn the coffee maker on so there’s hot fresh java waiting for me. Everything was going according to plan this morning, until I came back downstairs to the kitchen. The coffee maker had indeed done it’s first task — heat water and pour it through the coffee grounds, but it failed miserably on the next step — transfering the newly formed coffee into the carafe. Instead, the coffee maker, the counter, the sink, and the floor were covered with puddles of coffee and coffee grounds. Awesome. What’s worse is that the coffee at work (despite being brewed by the little Italian cafe downstairs that serves great espresso) is TERRIBLE. Bleh…

Posted on 25 March 2004