Every morning, the BF makes coffee for the both of us. It’s part of our morning routine.
But as I got ready for work one day this week, he informed me that our coffee pot was broken. WHAT?!?!?
For about two seconds this seemed like a disaster. But the BF quickly informed me that we had a spare coffee pot in the basement (when you move in with your partner after the age of 30, you have double of everything). I also remembered that we have two French presses and multiple coffee shops that take less than five minutes to drive to.