Coffee

I'm gonna call him Clarence. His real name is pretty weird and if he does google it (which I suspect he does), he'd probably find his way into this blog. This is the crap that us bloggers have to deal with. So, I'm gonna call him Clarence because he looks like one anyway. 

Every other day, Clarence asks me to have coffee with him and his buddies. I guess it's kinda nice on his part to offer me a hand. You see, I'm the only actual guy in my division, and Clarence probably thinks that I feel kinda alone with all these women. "Hey Lorenzo, why don't you stop by some time and have some coffee with us". He has a coffee station right beside his office where he and the few guys in the office make some cups of coffee and hang out. What a nice guy. But you see man... in my 21 and a half years of existence, I've never made a cup.

Never. Can you believe it? 

Well yeah, I've drank my fair share. But I've never made timpla. So that's the dilemma, Clarence. As much as I hate lying to you and telling you that I'm gonna join you "next time", the chances of me looking like a total child go extremely up when I'm confronted with the task of mixing my own cup of coffee. What goes first? The water or the coffee mix? What the hell do I do with the coffee beans? Do I dip them in the hot water and then filter them out later?

You're just not worth it Clarence. Cool guy. Not worth it.