Writings in the Sand

It's Still About Coffee

I have done the unthinkable and purchased some coffee pods. It has always been my contention that making one cup of coffee at a time indicates a serious lack of intent to drink it by the gallon. But since the demise of the coffee pot, I have been left with a kindly gifted Flexbrew system that uses a tiny basket for single cup brewing with coffee grounds, or a basket that holds a K-cup. I don't mind filling a basket with grounds for a single cup of coffee, but I detest the mess of emptying it, Three times, In the morning. Asleep during at least one of those times,

So, pods. They lure you with convenience. They use your laziness against you. They know your clumsiness is at its height in the morning, magnified by your groggy state. "Coffee! And Quickly!" your inner voice screams while your outer, and quite numb, fingers spill coffee everywhere. So, the pod. It's already done for you. Even if you do drop it on the floor, it doesn't spill.

They have me, now. I have succumbed.

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