It’s one of those mornings. Your boss just told you to look for another job, your co-worker still won’t go out with you to Denny’s Friday night, and the janitor just told you he watches you while you sleep at your desk. You need your K-Cup of black crack liquid cocaine jammin java.
You pop open the holster to the machine stick in your delicious Baha Hippie Blend K-Cup. WHAT THE F***?! You see the previous addict’s used, nasty, moldy empty K-Cup rotting there in the machine. You pick it out with your fingernail, and toss it into the office trash can while looking around at your fellow co-workers to see who the culprit was. Was it Feldsen in accounting, he always brews Breakfast Blend on Wednesday morning.
Then you go to your desk, and wait…
AHA, you finally find the scum, you pounce, shoving the used K-Cup into their mouth while screaming “AHA, I GOTCHA, YOU TERRORIST! AMERICA!!!!!” as the security guard tasers you into a coma.
Are there unwritten rules? Should we toss our K-Cup after brewing? Or just wait for the next person to come along to clean up our mess. Or, just F*** it. Drink your coffee. Be happy.