Ode to Caffeine
My coffee maker broke tonight. Well, the coffee maker probably still makes coffee, but the little button that turns it on broke. I went to flip it on and the button just flew at me.... like shrapnel.
Traumatizing. Imagine was it feels like to have a machine perfectly capable of producing what you need, and you willing to partake in its reward, but the connective force, the spark of life... is gone.
And so what was I to do? Mourn the death of the machine? Find a substitute? Wallow in sluggish, sleepy misery for the rest of the night?
No. I drove to Walmart, paid $9.95, and came home with a brand new coffee maker. The new button even lights up so that I won't forget to turn it off and burn the coffee.
God Bless Walmart.
Traumatizing. Imagine was it feels like to have a machine perfectly capable of producing what you need, and you willing to partake in its reward, but the connective force, the spark of life... is gone.
And so what was I to do? Mourn the death of the machine? Find a substitute? Wallow in sluggish, sleepy misery for the rest of the night?
No. I drove to Walmart, paid $9.95, and came home with a brand new coffee maker. The new button even lights up so that I won't forget to turn it off and burn the coffee.
God Bless Walmart.