…and gave my wife a fright.
At work, we’re allowed to have a cup if it’s covered, so it took me about a millisecond to bring one to work for the coffee. I can quit any time. Really.
I like coffee, truth be told. Not as much as my family, but there’s a space for all I appreciate in my life. I digress.
So, after several
months weeks days in continuous operation, I decided it was time to bring the caffeine chalice home to meet the dishwasher. I put it in my lunch box, and brought the lunch box home, as usual. In the middle of the night, of course.
The next morning I happened to be standing in the kitchen when my wife opened said box, took out the coffee cup, shot me a quick look and asked “Did you quit your job?”. She wasn’t joking.
So, no, I didn’t quit my job or coffee. She’s happy about the first, and resigned to the second.