Late afternoon, at the coffee counter

I just ventured over to the sink and coffee area in my office to rinse out my Tupperware from my lunches in the last couple days, (a rare occasion that I get around to this before they’re so crusted and moldy that it’s more beneficial to just throw them away) and to grab a late afternoon cup of coffee.

An elderly lady who I’ve never seen at work before, probably in at least her 60s, approached the sink just as I did.

“It’s about that time of day, huh?” she said to me in a cute little old lady voice, in reference to washing our lunch dishes.

“Mmm hmm,” I agreed and moved over to pour myself a cup of coffee, only to find the carafe was empty.

Argh! I swear this happens to me at least three times a week. Three years out of college and two years past my days as a barista at Tully’s, and I’m still making everyone else’s coffee. Common courtesy, people!

“Well you got here just in time to refill the coffee!” she exclaims.

“I know; lucky me," I replied. "It is my opinion that this should be done by the person who used the last of the coffee.”

“Yeah, but I bet it was a boy, from what experience tells me…” she said with discern as she walked away.

I laughed. We never will lose that cynicism for the opposite sex, now will we?

Currently Feeling: Impatient sprinkled with a few drops of relief.
Currently Anticipating: Girl Power Hour tonight at Solo.
Currently Listening To: Mike’s techno mix he made for me.

P.S. I updated my link lists to be alphabetized, and my blogroll includes a couple more blogs I've been reading lately...