So, every Wednesday from 4:15-6:15, my friend and I volunteer as a baristas at the campus cafe. It's a pretty relaxing job; usually we bring homework in a meek attempt to study but actually talk about boys, classes, life, and quite frequently Vancouver (as we're both from there). Occasionally we get a customer (what?? A customer at a cafe?!), and whatever they order we leisurely craft...much like Michaealangelo painted the Sistine Chapel. Basically, it's no big deal. :)
During yesterday's shift, a customer came to the counter and asked for a pourover coffee. Pretty much the easiest drink in the world to make (other than a cup of water), as long as you have ground coffee beans, hot water, and a strainer. Imagine my glee when I realized we were all out of coffee grinds.
FML.
[Just an aside, I only started drinking coffee this summer, and I've never personally made myself a cup - french press or otherwise; I've only made myself espressos. Unless you call Folger's instant crystallized grounds "coffee"]
The grinder looked pretty self-explanatory; I mean really, it's a grinder. I dumped some beans in the little bowl, put the lid on, pressed the only button on the machine....and CHAOS ENSUED.
You know those moments in life where everything stops for a second, and you can survey an entire situation? For a split second I saw everything, from the customer's eyes widening and my coworker and I scrambling, to the coffee grounds erupting from a slot in the grinder a la Mount St Helens. Apparently I hadn't noticed a separate container I was supposed to attach, meant to collect the grounds that were getting expelled (see picture at the beginning of blog).
Needless to say, there was a big-ass mess. Coffee grounds EVERYWHERE. The floor was covered, the counter had a thin film of grind, and I had grounds on my shirt and all over my arms. It was terrible. [That's what she said, but not about coffee ;) ]
I cleaned up and made a new batch like a boss, but my level of embarrassment was catastrophic.
Oh, life.
