Thursday, March 8, 2012

Coffee Sabotage

This morning as I was walking toward work I thought to myself that I should stop and grab a Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. I considered it as a treat since the coffee provided at work is less than desirable. I talked myself out of it of course as I just wanted to get to work and not have to wait in the long line of other coffee vampires.

I got to work and settled into my cubicle. I made a few jokes with my co-workers and then headed toward the, “coffee room”, for that all important kick start. Then tragedy struck with its usual ironic evil twist. There was no coffee. There were other co-works laying on the floor in great heaps, coffee mugs in withered hands, moaning and groaning toward the defunct coffee makers.

It seemed the water line that leads from the sink to the industrial style coffee maker had burst and no water for coffee was available. The agony! The pain! What sort of God would allow this type of evil to exist in the world? Why would a decree be sent forth to deny all my fellow cubicle jockeys their small morning happiness? Could anything be worse?

Well, of course. There’s always something worse. Don’t be silly. It’s just coffee. I’ll go buy a coke at the vending machine and suck it down like it was mother’s milk. No big deal. I can handle it. I said I can handle it!

It did make me wonder though why I was suddenly possessed with the extra-sensory feeling to stop and get a Dunkin’ Donuts coffee as I walked to work. I should have heeded that divine intervention and fueled up. So now, this day, this very long day might not seem so vast and endless.

Okay Coca-Cola, do your thing. Let’s make magic. 


  1. Next time, you need to go to Dunkin'. That is the moral, yes?

    1. Or that I'm the new God. One of the two I suppose.