Where the February is my coffee?*
“I’m going to the store to pick up coffee. Need anything else?” I asked Big Guy.
“No no no. I’ll pick some up at the church. The senior ladies are selling Fair Trade coffee there.”
Cool. That was about 5 days ago. Several times since then I have mentioned that the coffee supply is running low and that state of affairs is disturbing to me. Yesterday when I spooned the last of the coffee into the coffeemaker, I mentioned this fact yet again. I am a witness to the fact that he entered a reminder into his palm phone. I imagined that this meant the situation was taken care of and I did not have to worry any further.
This morning I came down to a completely coffee-less kitchen. Big Guy looked a little shame-faced. “There’s some decaf,” he suggested.
I made a totally superior scoffing noise at the very idea of wasting my time drinking decaf, the effect of which was ruined when I inhaled a little saliva and started coughing. I considered pointing out how I was completely willing to purchase coffee yet he promised and even set a reminder to get coffee yesterday, and still we were completely bereft of fully-caffeinated coffee.
Then I remembered.
Yesterday morning the staff came to the church to find that someone had ransacked the building, stolen some equipment, trashed the offices, tossed food around the kitchens, and smashed the doorlocks. The police believe that while we were in worship band rehearsal Tuesday night, the vandal snuck into the building and hid out until our practice ended at ten, then went on his rampage.
Thank goodness, the weekend donations had already been deposited at the bank, and the thief didn’t find the key to the safe where Joe keeps cash and gift cards for the needy who come to him for help. The church staff spent the rest of the day cleaning up the building and wiping away the black powder that the police use to dust for fingerprints.
Apparently, during all that hubbub, Big Guy forgot to pick up a bag of caffeinated Fair Trade coffee. And when I remembered all that, I felt pretty shallow.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” I asked, and gave him a big smile.
*see, I can say an f-word.
Published by angelawd on January 24th, 2008 tagged Life With the Big Guy
January 24th, 2008 at 3:41 pm
But….did they get the coffee?
January 24th, 2008 at 6:28 pm
We now have coffee. All is well.
January 25th, 2008 at 4:34 pm
Oh, man…..I feel your pain. It is a scary scene around here when I don’t get my morning fix.
January 25th, 2008 at 9:35 pm
I hurt for you, you were strong, through it all, though, and see how victorious you feel? So maybe it’s a victory paired with a splitting headache and riddled with ‘f’ words, but it’s yours, Angela.
I know you didn’t ask, but here’s my coffee stash–several little bitty packages of the flavored coffee, at LEAST half a tub of regular (Folgers or Maxwell House) and one package of Dunkin Donuts Original. Running out of coffee just isn’t an option. Is there a tea good enough to sub out for coffee? What is it? I need this information. xoxo
January 27th, 2008 at 6:47 pm
Oh Stacey, tea is just not the same. Someone said that there’s caffeine and stuff in it, but I think that might have been a lobbyist from the Tea Council of America.
It is a delicious beverage, though.
January 27th, 2008 at 6:49 pm
I will have to try that substitution (February, not coffee.) I tagged you for a meme about 6 inconsequential things about yourself. Directions at http://motherwise.us/cracks. Have Fun. (That’s an F word too.)