Evidently, the stress and fatigue of the semester is starting. As is my routine, I prep my coffee maker before going to bed and set the automatically brew a little earlier than my alarm. Call me a Folger's commercial but I love waking to the smell of freshly-brewed coffee. So, I hit the snooze button a few times and really noticed the amazingly fragrant coffee aroma wafting into my bedroom. Still hazy from sleep, I clumsily made my way into the kitchen and turned on the light.
"What the hell is that brown towel on the floor?," I asked myself aloud. A moment later, I noticed that the same "brown towel" was curled on the counter and snaked down the cabinets to the floor. Finally, my brain caught up with what I was seeing and confirmed that it was, indeed, not a towel but my morning cups of joe. "Nice job, idiot," I said to myself.
I can understand not putting the coffee put all the way under the brewing basket or something to make it spill out. My coffee pot was 5 feet away, in the dishwasher. How the hell am I going to survive being on call?
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