I must confess: I don’t actually like coffee. I think it’s been twenty years since I last had a cup. But then my mom’s coffee maker broke.
She did order a new one anyway, which was good because the old one didn’t sound quite right. But she at least got to have her morning coffee until it got there.
Oh, and that absolutely was her response when I told her it worked for me. The only difference is that it was by text, not voice, and definitely wasn’t censored. It’s just easier to convey that way in comic form.
You had the magic touch.ReplyDelete
I equate drinking coffee to licking tar off the road.
You're not drinking coffee the right way.ReplyDelete
As far as I'm concerned coffee is toxic sludge.ReplyDelete
No, no, it is not, unless it is from a diner. Decaf coffee often sits on the warmer and turns into burnt sludge.ReplyDelete
My husband can touch something and instantly it works again. If it was the coffee maker, I'd be in a panic if he couldn't get it to work again.ReplyDelete
You must have magical fingers... I don't think I could live without my coffee machine. I'm just not human without coffee.ReplyDelete
I don't drink coffee either. And I have that superpower, too. I can get things to work when others say it's broken. I love to do this to students. They say something isn't working. I stand over them and then it does.ReplyDelete
I don't drink coffee either.ReplyDelete