The routine was as routine as any routine people have routines for, that is, so they don’t have to think about their routines when they’re not at their best. Or maybe they just don’t want to think about all the steps in the routine so they make it a routine.
Habit. Routine. Familiarity. All the same.
After finishing his shower, Lance stumbled into the kitchen, opened the coffee maker, took out the coffee basket with yesterday’s grounds and went to dump it in the garbage, but the can didn’t have a bag in it.
There went the coffee routine already.
He forgot that he tied it up the night before and left the bag by the door. At least he could move the bag to the garage so it wouldn’t stink up the place. Then, he could replace the bag inside the can and dump the grounds in the bag. He placed the filter basket on the kitchen island and grabbed a new bag from under the sink. The new box of bags had yet to be opened since he finished the last trash bag two days earlier.
Another glitch in the routine.
After he finished opening the box and replacing the garbage bag in the trash can, he pulled down the coffee from the cupboard, measured out a huge helping of coffee and dumped it in the coffee maker. He emptied yesterday’s coffee into the sink, gave the carafe a rinse, filled it up with fresh cold water, poured it into the coffee maker, and turned it on to get that coffee percolating.
Finally, back on routine.
Ten minutes later, he heard his wife in the kitchen laughing, so he went in to see what she was cackling about, since kitchens, in general, aren’t meant to elicit laughter, especially so early in the morning.
“Think maybe you should put the basket in before the filter?” she asked.
Lance opened the coffee maker and the coffee wasn’t clogging or overflowing.
“Dripping down fine to me. No floaters that I can see.”
There on the kitchen island, however, was the filter basket.
His wife said, “That’s not the point. Works better, though, if you put the basket in before the filter. I think they call it best practice for coffee making.”
“Okay okay okay. Maybe I need coffee before I make the coffee.”
I could definitely relate to that story. Thanks
Poor Lancelot having a bad morning. Maybe he shouldn't have done all those chores the night before.