How about a steaming hot cup of Karma?
The other day I confessed to perpetrating environmental crimes against the go… er… a certain organization’s men’s rooms. I realize that sounds a lot worse than it is, so I’ll clarify and say that I confessed to dumping my press-cup’s coffee grounds into the ill-equipped sinks in the men’s room of a downtown building.
At the time, I felt no guilt or shame, but I have now seen the error of my ways.
We didn’t bother doing dishes last night because, frankly, we couldn’t be bothered. We had Jersey Shore, Parks and Rec, a less-than-abysmal episode of the Big Bang Theory (Amy Farrah Fowler!), and a couple episodes of Stephen Fry’s Planet Word, so we figured ‘fuck it!’ because, well, it was fuck-it Friday.
I might have mentioned this before, but the reason for my press-cup is because we bought a Bodum Brazil Press Pot and use it in lieu of a regular powered coffee maker. Great, right? But it still has the problem my cup has.
Now it’s cold out today, and I had a bad dream which might have caused me to become trypophobic, and I need to get my ass down to Bank and Heron to get to the Organic Farmer’s Market to get some eggs, but Carly (following totally normal procedure, and she’s not at fault) dumped out the remains of the press-pot into the bathroom sink.
Again, normally no problem.
Anyway, everything’s going fine and dandy as I finished drying off in our ill-heated salle de bain, and I notice the sink isn’t really draining, as the oily, thick, black discharge from the press-pot has created a barrier of course grounds in the drain itself.
“Okay,” I thought, “no big deal. Just take apart a wire hanger and jam it down there until it drains. If not, there’s always Drano, Liquid Plumr, or some other mis-spelled caustic chemical product.”
Then, my hiccups started.
So I locate a nearby hanger and (hick) struggle to get it apart when suddenly I was (hick) plunged (hick) into darkness.
I have another (hick) chore to do, which is simply to “power the kitchen better”. With my Press-Pot, I need a kettle (hick) and a grinder (for fresh beans, man!) and, well, the microwave is a popular appliance for most people.
However, Kettles and Microwaves typically can’t be used at the same time or else they will pop a fuse, or a breaker, (hick) or whatever you happen to have. So my chore was to get a better power-system going which involves a power bar or something so (hick) I can corral all of my (hick) coffee stuff (hick) in the same general area of counter space.
I haven’t done this yet, and thus, both (hick) appliances… well…
(Hick) Luckily, I have breakers, so it was just an issue of pulling out the ol’ ladder to reach the ol’ breaker panel, and flip the ol’ breaker, restore power, jam the wire down the sink to get rid of the tarsands, and presto, no (hick) problem.
It went smoothly, I guess. The sink is fine, my hiccups are gone, and we’re no longer having an energy crisis, and the coffee is hot and fresh.
In the end, I still don’t regret my bad business practice.