The Coffee Dilemma
It all started with an empty coffee cup. My employer graciously provides carafes of coffee for the administrative staff on a daily basis. It is a provision I've become accustomed to, routinely grabbing my empty cup to visit the water cooler, where three carafes sit neatly in a row. This morning, the carafes were missing. I knew the cafeteria supervisor was out for the day, and maybe the staff was off too. What to do? I'd been imagining that dark, aromatic liquid since I pulled in the parking lot. I could wait. Maybe he was just running late. The coffee might appear eventually. I could go investigate. I could see if anyone's here today to make coffee. That wouldn't actually help me obtain any, though. I could sneak into the transportation office. I know the secretary has her own coffee pot. I'm sure she would share if I asked. I could text a co-worker who hasn't arrived in the office yet. If my sob story was compelling enough, she might bring me coffee. I co...