A Cup Of Goodbye

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Yesterday morning as Dennis and I groggily trudged downstairs, we realized right away that something wasn’t right. The house was eerily quiet, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee was surprisingly absent. Within seconds of entering the kitchen we discovered that our coffee maker was in the process of dying a slow and confusing death. Panicked, we rushed to its side. I threw open the cover and saw fresh, untouched coffee grinds still sitting in the filter. I desperately grabbed hold of the sides of the machine and frantically tried to bang some life back into it, a low moan escaping my lips. Water sloshed messily out of the top of the reservoir, like tears from a heartfelt ugly cry. I poked and podded my coffee maker’s buttons, but they did little more than flicker wearily at me. Then I heard a soft click, and silence. It was gone.

I ran my fingers lightly along my coffee maker’s power cord, then gently pulled the plug. Memories of delicately exquisite caffeine filled mornings washed over me, weighing me down with longing and desperation. Thoughts of a coffee-less day were almost too much to bear. Caffeine withdrawal and partial brain paralysis were beginning to set in, so I did what any true Canadian would do. I made a slow and sorrowful trip to Tim Horton’s to bring home some warm cups of love in order to ease the pain in our hearts, and to stop the shaking in our hands.

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41 thoughts on “A Cup Of Goodbye

  1. Too funny. And I can imagine your pain. I was thihnking, “Starbucks?” But I forgot you live in Canada. Ah, Tim Horton’s. Amazingly, there was one in my small college town in Ohio. I LOVED Tim Horton’s. I wish they were all over the States. Those iced cappuccinos and sourcream Timbits were the best! I remember driving through Canada one morning and seeing a line of cars down the street waiting to get into Tim’s. I was bummed, as I didn’t have the time to join them, but also, I understood. Think of me the next time you visit! πŸ™‚

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      1. Hahaha! Yep, totally normal here. πŸ™‚
        A while back we had some flooding nearby, and someone snapped a picture of a man in a life jacket delivering Tim Horton’s coffee to someone standing waist deep in water. It’s just part of who we are!! πŸ™‚

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  2. I”m so sorry for your loss. As I sit here, my fingers wrapped around a hot cup of coffee I remember the agony of my own lost coffee maker. The pain will ease with the replacement but on that day, June 16th, 2017, I know nothing could fill the void. Except maybe Tim Horton’s.

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    1. We brought a new one home the other day, and we are slowly coming to terms with the fact that coffee will just never taste the same again. 😦

      Thank you for your kind words. ❀

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      1. My husband is having a hard time letting it go, so the old coffee maker is currently sitting in his workshop. It will likely undergo surgery next week to see if anything can be done for it. In all honesty though, even if he is able to breathe some life back into it, it won’t be anything more than a shell of its former self. I’m not sure how it would cope with seeing the new coffee maker sitting on the counter. We might be looking at some serious therapy bills in the future…

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