I wrote the following about something that happened today, and it needs a home, so here:
One of our salesman decided to class up the joint by bringing in one of the budget-friendly Keurig machines. It’s the kind that has to be refilled every time you make a cup. Early on, I pointed out to him, and one of our other salesmen, that it’s probably best not to fill the machine with water from your well-used but never-washed coffee cup. I even grabbed a Styrofoam cup, and wrote “K-cup water” on the side of it, and left it next to the machine. Problem solved.
Enter Bob (real names changed to protect the unthinking). I like Bob. He’s a nice guy. Bob is well aware of the Special Styrofoam Cup. He knows that it is anointed with the black magic marker, and designated as a pitcher for the K-cup machine. And so he dutifully fills his coffee cup at the water fountain, and then pours that water into the Special Styrofoam Cup, and then into the machine. This morning, he tisked-tisked that someone had thoughtlessly left water in the Special Styrofoam Cup. So he poured that out, and poured in some water from his monkeypox cup.
All I can do is shake my head, and make myself a pot of drip coffee.