Dammit. I ran out of coffee TWO days ago. I re-used my last two filter bags and got a weak immitation of the ghod-fluid which did NOTHING for my disposition <grumble> after which, and BEFORE I could run the weak brew through again, my daughter threw them out. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I’m sitting here pretending that this ice tea is actually ice coffee and not doing a good job at it. Even worse, Mrs X won’t be home for at LEAST four and a half more hours so no coffee for X…
Sheesh…I feel like I’m back in the Army when we ran out of coffee on a field problem once…talk about nuts…
Back to your regularly scheduled schedule of waiting for the SDMB pages to load…
…as she sits here, reading this thread, why her dear friend xploder didn’t just ask her for some coffee, seeing as how she has already spoken to him on the phone twice, and IM’d as well.
She sits back and sips her own fresh, hot cup of black coffee, and suddenly remembers, oh wait, he has no access to a vehicle yet.
She takes another sip. And realizing that xploder is one of the dearest friends she has ever had ever in her whole life, she knows that she can say…
“Neener neener neener! I’ve got coffee and you don’t! BWAAAAAHAHAHA!”
[sub]of course, he’s coming over tonight to give my computer a few more tweaks, so I know he’ll totally kick my butt for that…**
Yesterday morning, the Trader Vics can was empty. It took a good 5 minutes, in my uncaffeinated state, to open the freezer and crack out the reserves.
I may run out of food, cigarettes, yea even scotch, but never coffee. Some days it’s the only reason I come into work. (We have a “Drug-Free/Free Drug” policy here.)
It’s okay to laugh at xploder, screech-owl. Just don’t forget to double over and point at him, too. Oh, I almost forgot–call him names. “Wanker,” “dork,” and “weenie” are his favorites.
[sub]…oh man, my computer is gonna be toast after tonight…[/sub]
