Wanted: A Starbucks Coffee

I had a little accident at work this morning. While carrying out my work in a mature and sensible manner (despite claims from colleagues who say I was messing around) the tip of my elbow met the base of the cafetiere. The cafetiere was filled with hot black coffee. The cafetiere fell. The hot black coffee left the cafetiere and ran all over the table, dripping all over the floor, splashing the keyboard, mouse mat and surrounding desktop objects.

I didn't know what to do. I could have caught the cafetiere and prevented the tsunami which was unfolding – I didn't. I could have moved the electronic lamp, keyboard and wireless mouse out of path of the molten coffee – I didn't. I could have run away – I probably should have. Instead, I stood there and laughed – what more can you do?

I won't bore you with the aftermath and tedious cleaning up process, but I will say that the desk next to mine (note: I did NOT destroy my own workspace) is sticky, has a few missing artefacts (they are know coffee stained and in the bin) and has a slight hint of brown about it. On the plus side, the office smells like Starbucks.