It may not happen often, but every now and then you get a really bad cup of coffee. It could be at work, at home or even on the road, but when it happens — you remember it.
Let’s go beyond the cup that might have been a little bitter for your taste, or too light on the creamer for your liking. Let’s talk about the worst, the most vile sludge they had the audacity to call coffee — and you drank.
My worst experience was with an ancient percolator. I won”t go into where I was, but the rule was that a fresh pot could not be made until all of the coffee was drunk. No coffee could be thrown away. This percolator had a nasty habit of letting a lot of grounds through its filter. Invariably the guy who got the last cup (always a mystery who that would be because there was no capacity indicator) was in for one nightmare of a cup of coffee.
Sadly, I found myself in that position more times than I could count. It was a brutal cup to say the least. If it had one redeeming quality, it made me really appreciate a truly good cup of coffee.
While in high school I had the misfortune to take a big sip of my coffee from the local bagel shop only to suck up a huge cream-booger. Yup, a big chunk of curdled half-and-half floating around my mouth while I ponder the odds of successfully swallowing it versus the chances I could manage to spit the slug back through the sip hole in the cup lid without ending up with a lap full of coffee.
I managed to return the offending matter back from whence it came, but then was faced with the even more grueling task of finding a new coffee shop.
Wow, that beats a mouthful of grounds any day! The thought of chunky dairy products is just painful. I can’t believe they had the gall to serve that.