I have no reason to be tired, yet I’m finding it increasingly more difficult to stave off drowsiness.  Seeking chemical help, I decided to pass up the overpriced wax-lined siren-smirking cups of coffee served in the corporation’s canteen.  I thought I’d take a chance with the office suite’s own coffee from the crusty BUNN: BUNN-O-MATIC.  Not belonging to the office’ coffee club, I dropped two quarters into the change tumbler and picked up the coffee decanter.

To my disappointment, the light shone through the weak brew and I could see clear through to the bottom of the counter.  Though I don’t consider myself a coffee snob (despite schlepping beans, grinder, and cafetière wherever I can get boiling potable water), and because this was definitely NOT coffee I am free to complain.  I can appreciate the people in the office that have digestion issues, I can deal with that, but what was in that pot was merely colored water and could barely irritate terminal Crohn’s patients let alone get me started.

My lovely cherry turn over was ruined with my psuedo-coffee… I’m not a happy husky boy