I decided to show a little will power today and wait a while before chugging inhuman amounts of coffee. So by the time mid-morning rolled around, I decided that it was time for a cup.
When i got into the breakroom, two of my co-workers were in a pretty lively religious discussion. The cup of coffee one of them held led me to think that the two happened upon each other while on a quest similar to mine. As luck would have it, she took the last cup.
This normally is a good thing. If i take the last cup of coffee, whoever comes in after me is in the much more enviable position of having the first cup of a fresh pot. My coworker, however, was far too busy listening to another woman yelling about something concerning Catholics and guilt-complexes to feel the need to brew a new pot.
I can only surmise that she herownself was not catholic and therefore lacked the necessary guilt associated with taking the last cup of coffee that would motivate oneself to watch over her fellow man and take two seconds out of her day and make sure there was coffee for the rest of us.
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