"What the hell are you doing?" a familiar high pitched voice screams from the kitchen doorway. I look up and Mark is pointing to a spot behind me. I spin around and immediately start cursing.
I make breakfast most mornings. It's kind of like a ballet made up of many elements. There's the bacon that I always start first, unless I have potatoes on the menu. Never the less, the eggs, the toast, all of it, has to be done at just the right time or it all goes to hell. This morning it was the coffee. Mark always gets coffee with his breakfast, even if I am not. Today was one of those Mark only days so I loaded up the Keurig and moments before I was ready to serve breakfast to Mark, I hit the brew button. I then spun around to the stove, flipped Mark's over hard eggs onto his plate and arranged the bacon next to them while I called out for him come and get his breakfast. That's when I heard him screaming at me. Even before I turned all the way around I knew what was wrong. I could hear the splish splash of the coffee. If you don't know what a Keurig is, it is a coffee maker for a single cup or mug of coffee. You load up a little coffee cartridge, put your coffee mug under the squirty thing, hit the button, and in a minute you have one single serving of coffee. In a way they are great for old people who don't need to make up a huge pot of coffee every morning, and in another way they are the worst thing for old people who tend to forget things. Like the part where you put the coffee mug under the squirty thing.