This is a little, wooden, three-legged pig Shelly and Josh gave me on my birthday a few years ago. It is supposed to bring luck.
I put it on top of my espresso machine and it really made a difference.
But there is only so much one little pig can do.
This is a bag of bad coffee. I'm not dissing Starbucks unilaterly but this happens to be a bad bag of coffee. It was the only bag of whole bean coffee at Target. This was a bad sign and I knew it. Bottom line... I was too damn lazy to carry my ass down the street to find something better. Something worthy of the pig. And I live in Seattle and have no excuse. Now I'm stuck with my bad decision bad bag of coffee cos it's already installed in the burr grinder. Plus, it would be wasteful to toss it. And I couldn't give it to someone in good conscience. (That consideration is, of coarse, secondary at best.)
My only viable "solution" at this juncture is to get another pig.
3 comments:
Hold on now. You can't blame the pig for your poor coffee selection. He wasn't there when you purchased the inferior product after all. He did as much as possible with the coffee he was given. Imagine how much worse it would have been if he hadn't been blessing the espresso maker! :)
No, no, no!
I meant I needed the power of two pigs. One pig is enough for everyday mishap.
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