Theory holds that should you do something often enough you may well become good at it and I believe in most cases that may be so. But I’ve also come to believe that the more times you do it…..the greater the odds that one day you’ll stuff it up….
I like to set the coffee maker up on auto pilot the night before, for instance, giving instant access to the mornings cup upon waking. Having done this every night for ions I’d say I’ve become pretty darn good at it . I’ve gotten a lot better too and in fact there is probably only three times a year now that I stuff it up….like last night. Its not that I don’t put the right amount of coffee in…or water. Its far less complex than that.
Once in a while I’ll suddenly wake right up out of a sleep…alert in the knowledge that something is very very different . And what is different is the sound a coffee maker makes at the end of its brew time and there is no pot in itd proper place. And so I quickly but gently arise so as not to alert the wife to what I know I’m about to witness…… A parade of coffee has marched itself in numerous directions over the counter top to commit suicide by flinging itself off the edge and to the floor below . In every direction it goes it leaves in its wake a thick trail of coffee grounds and seemingly always with a directional preponderance to areas most difficult to clean…… down the side of stove and refrigerator as instances. A trail of coffee grounds stuck to cabinet sides everywhere in their quest to follow their offspring
Regardless of how well I clean up the mess the wife notices what’s happened the instant she enters the kitchen and I’m forced to tolerate a seemingly endless list of Spanish nouns and verbs that of course allude to the fact that I might be a gringo.
