Everything Is Broken
I- I- I broke the carafe of my coffeemaker (a.k.a. “Mom”). I w-w-was washing it – gently! lovingly! – in the sink and I smushed it. I smushed it against the sink. Soap, soap, scrub, wipe- crack!
CRACK?!
Tomorrow morning. How will I wake up to just-brewed Timor from Acme tomorrow morning?
Tomorrow morning I shall surely do the thrift shop circuit in search of a orphaned spare part. Sans caffeine.
Sigh.
David Rochester
This is tragic — tragic! I take it you have a porcelain sink? They’re downright predatory.
J9
It’s stainless. I’m just so handy ’round the house.
Anonymous
I cry for you.