#Fail
How to Fail at Making Coffee
Adulting 101 mishaps
[Warning: The following story makes Mark Suroviec, M.Ed. sound less intelligent than he is. Or reveals he is much dumber than he believes.]
This morning I attempted to brew coffee with a single-serve coffee machine — And failed. ¹
I feel pretty embarrassed by this fact. My coffee maker is so uncomplicated that a naked mole rat could brew dark Sumatra without needing a MoleTube tutorial. How can any human screw up a coffee machine with only one button?
What happened
Before putting in the coffee pod and pressing the start button, I should have placed a coffee mug underneath the dispenser.
I did not.
Instead, twelve liquid ounces of mahogany-colored caffeine poured over the kitchen counter, cabinets, and floor. Our floor was stickier than the after-cake time of a toddler’s birthday party. The newspaper was thoroughly coffee-logged. My rare bobblehead collection of Former British Prime Ministers Dressed as Professional Wrestlers were ruined. ²
I carried the café machinery to the sink. Failing to understand cause & effect, gravity, and other laws of physics, I tipped the coffee maker upside down to drain the spillage. The entire water reservoir drenched my clothing.
I stood there standing sadly by myself — in the world’s least appealing wet t-shirt contest — wondering how the situation escalated so quickly.
Catch 22
How on earth do I clean up all this mess? With an ironic laugh, I realized I could think my way out of this situation if only I had some coffee.
But to make coffee, I had to tidy up the mess and reboot the wet machine without getting electrocuted.
How I got electrocuted
I scrubbed the kitchen and coffee machine using paper towels and bleach wipes. The tongs on the power cord were especially sticky. I wiped them off and plugged the device into the electrical outlet when
Zap!!!
The coffee machine turned on as intended, with no unexpected power surges.
Were you expecting me to get electrocuted? What’s wrong with you? All I wanted this morning was a steaming cup of Joe, and your sadistic self hoped to be amused by flesh-sizzling personal injuries.
Don’t try to defend yourself. I don’t want to hear,
Mark, you literally wrote the subtitle, “How I got electrocuted.”
You can’t blame me for the darkness of your soul. I know the real you, and it scares me.
[Author’s note: Delete the paragraph of sadistic paranoia after I drink more coffee]
Footnotes
¹ Don’t worry; I’m conscious of climate change. To help offset plastic pollution, I only use K-Cups made of sustainably sourced baby seals. You’re welcome.
² Margaret “Thatch Attack” Thatcher bobblehead has a street value of $90,000.
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