You know what's nice? A burst water main in subfreezing temps on your route to work.
Huh. Those are going around. I had brunch with Nora and Tom on Sunday, and our initial destination was frelled by a busted water main. Luckily, it hadn't quite gotten to the sub-teen tempratures like it has since Sunday night.
We get'em whenever there's a drastic temperature change. I much prefer the summer ones....
It's probably too early for Hecubus to show up, but I'm eating breakfast and I didn't want him to miss out on an oatmeal experience.
You know what's nice? A burst water main in subfreezing temps on your route to work.
At the bottom of this article of people dying from the cold is a bit about people wandering into a Starbucks and staring, uncomprehending, that a water main bursting prevented them from brewing coffee.
From the article:
Frozen pipes closed one downtown Chicago Starbucks for several hours Monday, and employee Jerry Berry, 24, said some customers stood in disbelief for several moments before moving on to the next shop a few blocks away.
I wondered why they didn't just go to the one across the street.
I wondered why they didn't just go to the one across the street.
HA! But also, the one across the street probably had the same water main problem?
I wondered why they didn't just go to the one across the street.
Because that kind of logical thinking requires coffee!
In spite of the subzero temps, my son will not keep his clothes on. I've turned up the thermostat to 75 degrees and he's dancing around naked.
Because that kind of logical thinking requires coffee!
I wish someone had gotten some pictures of their glazed, uncaffeinated stares.
uncaffeinated Starbucks customer: "A what?"
Starbucks Employee: "A pipe burst."
uncaffeinated customer: "A pipe what?"
Starbucks employee: "A pipe BURST."
uncaffeinated customer: "A what burst?"
Starbucks employee: "A PIPE BURST!"
uncaffeinated customer: "A what what?"
Who just ran out of kleenex at her office?
I wish someone had gotten some pictures of their glazed, uncaffeinated stares.
I was down in Au Bon Pain a little bit ago, and I was trying to decide between yogurt and oatmeal, and forcing myself not to get a ham & cheese croissant, because I was trying to be good. And since I hadn't had my coffee yet, when the manager asked if he could help me, all I could get out for a little while was, "Hnnrr?"