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June 10, 2007
Corrupted coffee of the ancient world
On Friday, I made myself an iced coffee at work to make it through the rest of the day. Teaching seemed a bit longer than normal, from the sudden realization of my mom passing away 3 years ago to some bad news about one of our most important people leaving. Sometimes a coffee can get you through those final hours without threatening anyone with wedgies.
I was in my main classroom where I have a desk, grading exams. Another teacher was in the class with his students, and the ones next to me were questioning me about the exams. I paused and took a huge swig of my coffee, which really didn't taste all that much like my last swig.
That's where I noticed there were two identical cups of coffee on my desk. One had ice in it, the other one had a scary, furry fringe of old milk crusted to the top from the prior week. Guess which one was currently swirling in my mouth, little crusty bits clinging to my teeth?
I could have spewed it all over the students expectantly waiting for me, but that is usually frowned upon. Instead I swallowed it, immediately chasing it with some real coffee to try to get rid of the taste. Within an hour, I realized that I should have painted my students with coffee, as my stomach was dying.
Even on Saturday, I was still suffering. Derrick is going to get back, and it is still gonna look like I can't fend for myself.
Posted by G at June 10, 2007 09:03 AM
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That sounds awful! I'm on par to do something like very similar, that's why I have to empty my desk every morning of all the various drink containers lying around.
Hope you feel better today!
Posted by: Patrick at June 10, 2007 11:08 AM
Oh, dear.
Hmmm...alcohol kills germs...go to the Eagle.
Posted by: Foxy at June 10, 2007 11:56 AM
LOL, I've been known to drink day old coffee, but nothing furry. I did discover a fly too late one day that had happened to dive bomb my cup though. No stomach problems fortunately.
Posted by: Allen at June 10, 2007 03:54 PM
That which does not kill us, makes us only stronger. Or just wish we were dead. Foxy's suggestion sounds like sound medical advice. If your stomach was feeling better, I'd suggest a steady diet of mac and cheese and bacon sandwiches. Ooops! Considering the state of your stomach, maybe the second suggestion wasn't so good. Feel better. Hey, the school year is almost over, that should help make you feel better.
Posted by: Tony at June 10, 2007 05:22 PM
You are braver and a quicker thinker than I. I'd have spit all over the children. (And, let's be honest, it'd have helped prepared them for adult life.)
Feel Better and tell Derrick it would have happened if he'd been even in the next room.
Posted by: Jim (The Canuck One) at June 10, 2007 06:11 PM
Screw the children. I would have spewed all over the place rather then swallow that nasty stuff.
Ewww.
Posted by: mark at June 11, 2007 03:57 PM
Do we need to hire a babysitter?
Just don't play with matches when you go home tonight, m'kay?
Posted by: palochi at June 11, 2007 04:00 PM
Oh, I SOOOO would've spit that out... Right there in front of God and everybody!
Shhhh. Don't tell Derrick!
Posted by: Todd HellsKitchen at June 11, 2007 04:12 PM
i knew derrick leaving you alone to your own devices was a bad idea. i'll bring some pepto by later. or maybe i'll just forget and go to work. :)
Posted by: brian at June 11, 2007 06:42 PM