When did waiting room coffee machines become so friggin' complicated?
There was a day, and I remember this day, when it was a simple 2-pot coffee pot system. One pot was black for regular coffee. The other was orange for decaffeinated. Then, if the waiting room were really snazzy, they would have a pot with hot water for the tea drinkers of the world.
Ok, I looked at the directions. I looked again. I searched for instructions for the directions. No luck. Concentrate, Bri! I believe it's in English. Clean your glasses! Pick a coffee cube? What the..? It looked like a creamer. Whatever! Ok, which one? Strong? Strong is good. Obviously my brain cannot translate English this morning. Is there extra bold strong?
"Mom, are you ok? You're mumbling to yourself?"
Great. How loud did he have to yell that?! "I'm good Austynn, thanks."
Do you need help?
Oh geez, here we go..."No buddy, I've got it covered. Just play your game, please."
"Really, Mom. You look confused, I can..."
(quiet giggling coming from the front desk employees)
Stick the coffee cube where? It looks like it goes here..ooooh, that's cool. Well, how big of a cup is this? 8oz or 10oz? If I say 10oz it might overflow. What the Hell, I'll choose 10oz. It wouldn't give me the option if it wasn't an option, right? Stop, stop, STOP! I KNEW IT! "What a FRIGGIN' mess..."
"I told you, Mom."
"Be quiet, Austynn."
"Yes?" At this point I am clearly annoyed and wiping up coffee and powdered coffee creamer from the counter and waiting room floor.
"Can I have a cup of coffee too?"