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Teddy Bears Shouldn’t Be In The Kitchen

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Oh, the coffee conundrum! There I was, a mundane morning turning into a scene straight out of a slapstick comedy. Picture this: me, in my kitchen, casually performing the sacred ritual of making my morning brew. The basket, my trusted companion in the quest for caffeination, was getting a thorough rinse with water hotter than the gossip at a family reunion. And then, disaster strikes!

As I hovered over the trash compactor, something—let’s blame mischievous kitchen fairies—sent my basket careening towards the abyss of the sink. It bounced with the grace of a pinball, and for a moment, I saw my coffee future flash before my eyes. The choice? A scalding sacrifice or resigning to a basket-less existence.

With the heroism only a true coffee aficionado can muster, I plunged my hand into the fray. The water, betraying as a friend turned foe, scalded me. But what is pain in the face of coffee deprivation? In that split second, I weighed my options. The basket, an integral part of my morning ritual, versus my hand, which, frankly, I’m rather attached to (pun intended).

In the end, I chose… well, let’s say it was a moment of intense personal reflection and rapid decision-making. Would I do it again? For the love of coffee, probably. But let this tale serve as a cautionary reminder: always respect the power of hot water, and maybe, just maybe, consider making coffee a less hazardous venture.

Moral of the story? Always have a backup plan (or basket) for your coffee adventures. And maybe don’t rinse things over the trash compactor.

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