"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.
I did the same thing last week. Lucky for me the stand can hold a full cup.
ReplyDeleteAlicia would suck as a waitress.
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