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part 1
the tap attached to the coffee machine dispenses water directly piped in from hell. it's hotter than boiling, but still in liquid form (is that possible?). i find it useful for scorching out previous days of coffee sludge at the bottom of my mug.
today a man stood waiting and watching as i filled my 8oz mug with 3oz of hell water. he continued to watch as i moved over the sink, swirled the water about and dumped the coffee sludge, mixture down the drain.
"well that was a waste of hot water now, wasn't it?" angry man was very serious.
wtf? wasteful? more wasteful than all the cold tap water, dish soap, and paper towel i would have used to clean it? what? is hell suffering a water shortage? his comment was so confusing, i am still bothered by it every time i pour a cup of coffee.
addendum - i wrote the above text 2 months ago but never posted it because it seemed rather mundane (not that the mundane isn't a big player here at ultramiroscopic!). A few days ago, part 2 transpired. thought i should probably post it. a confrontation seems eminent and the homicide detectives might find the information helpful.
part 2
i stood at the coffee machine running the hot water tap into my sludge ridden mug. from behind, i heard feet enter the break room. the mug was full and i took a step toward the sink to dump it. i looked up and instantly recognized angry man. i said nothing. i quickly decided to not dump the hot sludge water into the sink. i feared another confrontation. i just pretended i actually wanted the steaming sludge water.
the mug sat on my desk for 2 hours before i dumped it into a potted plant. i feared he might still be in the break room.
why do i fear this man? what kind of pussy am i?
Posted by griff at December 11, 2002 02:39 PM