Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Of course, I always buy my coffeemakers at Kmart
My coffeemaker broke this morning. It was devastating. I got up, as usual, pushed the start button (I'd loaded the coffeemaker the previous night), took a shower, and came out to a cold, dry coffeemaker. Devastating. I had to drink fancy coffee from the Keurig.
My husband bought one of those one-cup-at-a-time Keurig machines a few months ago. He loves it, and I don't object to it, as it's one of the very few purchases he's made for himself. But I don't like fancy Keurig coffee. I like grocery store coffee in a can (Chock Full 'o Nuts is my favorite, and not just because of the name) prepared in a Mr. Coffee. As far as I'm concerned, the 90s/Seattle/Starbucks/fair trade coffee revolution never took place. In my coffee mug, it's 1979. Still, the Keurig is useful for when we have guests. I know that practically no one shares my taste in coffee, so it's nice to be able to offer "real" (bah) coffee when company comes. I, however, will happily remain in my coffee time warp.
Unwilling to endure for another day without my Mr. Coffee, I made a rare visit to our local Kmart. I normally do not like Kmart, my local Kmart in particular. It is disorganized, badly lit, filled with surly and unhelpful employees and just plain ugly. My other alternatives were Macy's (no) or Target. I do like Target, but it's not close to me, and for some reason, I have never had a Target run take less than three hours. I just couldn't stand the idea of a three-hour shopping expedition when all I wanted was a coffeemaker, so I went to Kmart, just a mile away and sure to at least have a Mr. Coffee. And they did. You didn't see that coming, did you?