There I was, oh indeed there I was. Markets were up sharply in the pre-market and I was quite pleased with myself, quite pleased indeed. I went on over to he kitchen to make some coffee — scrubbed my stainlesss steal French Press and even shined it to perfection. I brought some water to a boil and dropped 3 tablespoons (rather precise) of Cafe Du Monde half chicory, half coffee blend into the container and then poured the water in, gently.
My oven was ringing. Must be the mini chocolate croissants I heated up for myself. Rather delicious treat on a day like today, dare I say. I grabbed a plate and placed the warmed croissants on them, took a large mug and poured a little milk in it and then balanced all of it onto my laptop, in addition to my iPad and iPhone and then descended downstairs into my walk-out basement — where I keep all of my monitors and PCs humming for trading.
With one arm balancing all of that, hot teeming coffee inside of my wonderful stainless steel French press, I took the other hand and slammed the door shut behind me — because the fucking dogs. I entered the office area downstairs and felt like classical music. “Why not?” I asked myself.
“Alexa — put on WQXR.’
I walked over to this round mini table where I usually place my coffee, it’s up against a wall which is sandwiched between a large window and the walkout door to the yard. A wonderful view of the water is just ahead and the climate was nice and comfy this morning, so I was feeling good, in both mind and spirit.
I leaned over to place this Rube Goldberg contraption down onto this book I have on the table, a book about castles in England and Ireland, and what happened next is something of a tragedy.
THE ENTIRE FUCKING FRENCH PRESSS LEPT OUT FROM MY HANDS, as if I was a waiter in a scene out of a bad comedy, and it crashed against the wall — disconnecting and spilling in its entirety onto the floor — Cafe Du Monde grinds FESTOONED all over the walls like I killed a bag of Folgers with a log splitter. Then my laptop fell into the coffee traveling fast towards my area rugs and then my iPhone. It fell face down into the coffee spill and then a chocolate croissant (I saved one and ate it) and finally my iPad.
I ran into the bathroom and took one of Mrs Fly’s favorite towels and sopped it alllllllll up. I took the towel and sopped it up!
I have been cleaning Cafe Du Monde coffee grinds for the better part of the last 30 mins.Twitter
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I similarly threw my sperm all over the wall this morning after looking at a picture of your clearly defined shadow from a throwback Thursday picture that you posted strolling down the streets perusing the shops like an ass-chameleon.
I drink your milkshake stains.
Not in league with the classics.
eg. fish/fishtank story
To shreds you say
Hint: Shred Mrs. Fly’s towel and say the wolves were playing tug of war.
Good spot to gamble on HYG IMO …bought bunch of Oct through Feb puts as it has climbed back up to resistance.
…perhaps time to investigate an assisted living situation ole fella.
Sorry to hear about your destroyed laptop, iPhone, iPad and Mrs. Fly’s favorite towel. I hope your coffee grounds are OK. Your friend… Bob