As I was making the coffee this morning at work, I thought to myself: Joe, you know what I like about this place–America? It’s the freedom to say, I came in first, and I’m making the coffee, so I’m not gonna count the scoops.
And you know what else, I think I might just pack it down twice to fit as many coffee grounds into that tight, little space as I can. I know it might cause the water to overflow a little, but let’s be serious for a minute…
That’s where all the fun is.
Update: just tasted the coffee. It’s has the consistency of dried maple syrup. If I put a spoon in it and let go, it would stand up all on it’s own.
Meanwhile, came across this and this yesterday.
Both interesting in their own rights.
Friday.
Saw the above the other day. In case your still piecing it together, it’s a flag pole mounted to a scooter.