I am a coffee slob. I’m a little embarrassed about it really. Nine mornings out of ten, I have a java mishap, and end up wearing half a cup. This morning was no different. Point in case: this photo taken at 8 am.
I’m not quite sure why it happens… but it is always the same. The coffee appears mid-air…. almost in slow motion….. a big blob of it, dancing, twirling, spinning, and defying gravity… ( I can sort of hear the sound effect from “The Six Million Dollar Man” when he jumps up on a tall building… that chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh noise….). Then all at once, it speeds up, faster than fast….. I yell “INCOMING”……, and then hits my shirt or pants. Relentlessly.
After that, I make the best of it. I try to decide what today’s splash pattern looks like. Kind of like the puffy cloud game. This morning, I think it resembled Oahu, Hawaii. Or upside down Maui…..
Yesterday, it looked like a rabbit flashing a peace sign with its left paw. Let Hare be Peace on Girth.
And so it transpires. The Cup of Joe…. I just never know where it will go.