So, I went to Caribou for the daily dose of mocha-goodness and discovered that once again my lid was cracked. Shannon purports that this means the Caribou girl likes me. I fail to see the logic. I mean, what would she be expecting? Me to return angry that I just spilled 300 degree water all over myself?
I must be missing something…
Anyway upon the return to my office, I wrote a poem dedicated to my coffee failure, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do (which you definitely will):
Ah, like life, the lid to my coffee has failed
What started as a crack, is now a separation
A drizzle became a flow
A drip became a spill
The failed coffee lid design serves as a constant reminder
Sad that life doesn’t always fit like a lid to a cup
The cup turns to the right as I avoid spilling all over myself
An adjustment only proving the adaptive nature of human life
When all of the sudden, it occurs to me
Why the hell don’t I just take the lid off?