Monday, April 22, 2013

Jonesing for Java

Every night after dishes are done and before I start the dishwasher I fill my coffee pot with water and fill a new filter with fresh grounds.

This makes for an easier morning for me.

I flip the switch on as I walk by before going outside to feed the animals before work.

I've had a sinus infection this week with incredible pressure under my right eye, so morning are just a smidge harder.

I stumbled out.

Verified no horses or cows had escaped or had some kind of injury done to them during the night.

Forked the hay for the beloved horses. Verified the cows were still munching on the round bale.

Checked the tank heaters. No frozen water.

Got the barn cats fresh water and food.

Trudged back to the house through snow and stumbling over mud ruts.

Into the house where I find a pot of hot water.
Yep, forgot to put the coffee in.


Which brings to mind a story from long ago.

Picture it 1988.

First real job in Cold Bay. At the airline of course.

I was in a hurry to leave the office that night because I was going to a bonfire on the beach with some friends.

We had this economy sized percolator coffee pot - think it held about 60 cups of coffee. I had to haul it through the hanger to the back to fill it up with water. It was one heavy bitch to carry back without sloshing water everywhere.

Back in the office I put it back on top of the combination file cabinet/safe thing. Did the filter and coffee part and boogied my buns out!

After a fun filled night of bonfire and booze.

I arrived back to work the next day five minutes early.

To find that aaah yes the whole place smelled deliciously of coffee. Just waiting for me to have that first cup.


I had forgotten to put the lid back on the pot so the coffee was literally perking EVERYWHERE!

Damn what a mess.

The ceiling was stained brown, coffee dripping down the walls, into the file cabinet/safe thing.

Good thing it was a Sunday with no flights scheduled until after noon.
I had hours to clean and dry the place up.

Next day the boss was sure surprised that I'd used my time on a slow Sunday and clean the office top to bottom. She had no idea of the coffee incident until she opened the safe and cold coffee dripped out along with the cash box.

JONESING = Craving, wanting really badly


SunnySD said...

LOL! Sounds like something I could all too easily do. I've forgotten to put the coffee pot under the drip and had mini-floods a couple times, but nothing quite as epic.

Definitely a high-test coffee morning here! Have a good week :)

tainterturtles said...

Oh Kellie, I need to bring you some of Bike man's freshly roasted coffee deserve it.

Loved your coffee pot story in Alaska!

Nikker said...

That is NOT the way to start the day!
Chad makes the coffee here in the morning, that way I have someone to blame if anything goes wrong!! (0:

PAK ART said...

I love your story about the coffee at PenAir. I bet you and Krissy have lots of good stories to tell.

Nicole said...

Glad I'm not the only one who does things like that! And your definition of Jonesing is a lot like the one I heard, but you've heard of Jones soda. So you're supposed to drive around and stop at every gas station to see if they have a flavor you haven't tried. But one of my friends said it is driving around trying new ciggy's. I don't smoke so I dunno.

Anonymous said...

I dont think I heard that coffee pot story! I remember the coffee pot in the lobby at the Lake Hood office... during an Exxon charter I made coffe, but didnt put the lid on all the way, so it didnt trigger the thing that made the coffee go through the filter... so, it overflowed.. had coffee all over the table it was on.. not a perking pot luckily!!

P.s.. My PenAir sweatshirt isnt quite that old, but its circa 1992 or 93 I think!

keep up the great stories! your rolls look yummy. I open the Pillsbury tube :-(