The handle on the lid of the percolator broke:
What does one do with a caffeine addiction that requires 24 oz. of ground dark goodness morningly? First, laugh at the piece of plastic in your hand. Then, make tea. Finally, call Farberware and have them send you a new little knob for $7.
Of course, I have to wait a week for it to arrive. Hopefully just their conservative estimate. The next mission is to haul the already-ground beans into the office and brew there ("I keep a spare for just such an emergency," says Foghorn Leghorn.)
Nothing literary. Nothing MG related. See what happens when the coffee chord is cut?
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Goof of the Morning
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