Coffee Thief II

Someone stole our damn coffee this morning. Again.

Okay, more specifically, this unnamed person (whose first name starts with a K and rhymes with “hen”) came in, saw that coffee was brewing into this department’s carefully-placed pot, and put his own department’s pot in its place.

So this unnamed person (whose last name is the same as that thing that’s currently in your shoe with all the toes on it) did his swap, but his department’s pot was ALREADY FULL of coffee (old? New? Dunno). I know this because I moved his (which was NOT brewing, thank you) to get ours started.

Next thing you know, the last of my Starbucks Gold Coast is all over the floor.

I wept openly, then dropped to all fours to lick up what I could before the guy with the mop showed up.

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That’s TWICE now that someone here has attempted to steal our coffee. Perhaps they know that we usually brew good stuff.

Or they just suck.

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Good weekend. Seeing Elisa has been really nice. She’s an angel.

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Took THEBOY to “miniature golf” yesterday. That is, I followed him around the video arcade at Putt Putt, bleeding money into token machines so he could play shoot-em-up games for an hour. I’m not even sure he knows they have a golf-related game outside. But he had a grand time. He scored a whoopee cushion and some other trinkets with his 200 or so tickets.

At the store I actually bought him some Count Chocula. So as far as he’s concerned, yesterday was like winning the five-year-old lottery.

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Dang. I nicked that lottery bit from Nadine.

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Monday. Extra suckitude already.