Comments on: Give Me Your Best Coffee Story

By: Mocha

Mocha — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 02:05:53 +0000

Y’all are sure making this hard! Did you realize, those of you who commented on Dragon Mum’s, that she lives in Australia? That I’d have to send one teeny tiny postcard to Oz?

These are great! I hope to hear a few more before I close comments tonight.

Oh, and my Best Coffee Story? You get it everyday, honey. Everyday.
(No. Seriously. It should be for tomorrow’s main post.)

By: dragon-mum

dragon-mum — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 01:43:49 +0000

All the stories are great so far. I’d like to vote for Chris. I envy you that wonderful memory. Such a shame that it was demolished.

End note to my entry. Hubby was mightily peeved at me when he found out. 1) because I walked that far 3 days after the c-section. 2) because he missed out on a chance to call all friends and family to witness me making an “arse” of myself… pun intended

3 years later I am unable to think about it without blushing and killing myself laughing!

Kelly, when do you write Your Best Coffee Story?

By: Graham

Graham — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 01:08:59 +0000

Well, my story’s not as good as these but it is timely! Fern & I just got picked as Peet’s Coffee’s Customers of the Week this week! I’m just burning with pride so I blogged it myself… the whole story’s at http://fernelena.blogspot.com/2007/02/peet-grants-me-little-more-than-15.html if you’re interested.

By: Daisy

Daisy — Wed, 28 Feb 2007 22:12:34 +0000

Dragon-Mum’s story is so funny it has to be true! Chris’ story put a tear in my eye. And Jessica? I got hooked on coffee for the first time when working in a donut store where I learned to grind the beans fresh for each pot. (It was twenty years ago, expresso hadn’t hit the states yet.) Aynde, I think that was the reaction of the Randys when they didn’t want me to find them with the broken pot! Oh, the memories! Mocha, this contest is much too much fun.

By: Aynde

Aynde — Wed, 28 Feb 2007 21:58:38 +0000

I was working nights and usually made the pot of coffee that would sustain the shift change from Nights to Days.

At 5 am I was measuring the coffee into the pot and chatting with the early shift folks (3 or 4 of them who hovered around the coffee pot like junkies looking for a fix). I was getting ready to add water when I hit the glass pot against the side of the sink and it shattered. It was the only coffee pot we had and no one had the chance for a cup yet.

I looked up at everyone in the room and I can honestly say I now know how it feels to face down an angry mob. There was absolute silence and yet I could hear the screaming.

This happened years ago but if I called anyone of the people there that morning today they’s still not speak to me. *laughs*