Every morning, I used to beeline to the coffee machine, half-awake, and once, in my daze, I forgot to put a mug under the spout. I hit the button, and coffee started pouring all over the counter. My cat watched, utterly fascinated, as if I were performing some avant-garde art installation just for him. I scrambled to stop the flood, laughing at the absurdity. Now, I double-check every morning, and my cat still eyes me, waiting for the next episode of "Human Follies." It's the little mishaps that make mornings memorable. 0 reply
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