I’m back in Buffalo and all moved into my new apartment. Yesterday morning, something horrible happened. I woke up, after having to sleep on the floor (don’t have a bed yet), and unsteadily made my way downstairs to the kitchen. One of the first things I unpacked was my $14 Black and Decker automatic coffee maker – and that was my destination yesterday morning. I sniffed the air as my foot hit the last step and I was suddenly mad at myself for not setting the timer. There was no coffee waiting on me.
My annoyance at myself was about to boil over into wrath.
I got to the kitchen and just stared at my coffee maker. In a moment of realization that was as annoying and shocking as the car alarm that went off every hour on the hour the night before, my blood pressure sky rocketed. I may have packed my coffee maker, but I didn’t have coffee filters. No problem; I had paper towels. But I didn’t have coffee. FML
My blurry senses suddenly sharpened as survival instinct kicked in. I sprinted back up stairs (okay, sprinted may be a little exaggerated) to grab my secondary lifeline: Google. Keywords: starbucks buffalo, ny.
Thank the gods above (and below and every which a’ way!) There’s a Starbucks one block from my apartment. Crisis averted.
Being that coffee is what saves all of you from a bad-mood me, out of sheer civic duty, I went and bought a 1 ½ lb can of Folgers Black Silk coffee and 200 coffee filters. That should stave off DEFCON 1 for a little while.
A Curious Wanderer 