A get donkey! Beverage Adventure
As I was walking back to the office with my cup of coffee, I stepped off the curb onto one of Smith Street’s many torn-up crosswalks. Shuffling over the uneven surface caused the hand holding my cup of Joe to jiggle ever so slightly. This miniscule tremor of the coffee cup caused the hot beverage to erupt in a geyser-like stream from the little “drinkin’ hole” on the top of the lid. Luckily, the jet of piping-hot beverage only glanced of my hand and hit the sidewalk below thus averting the “disaster” of a stained pair of trousers.
In the past, Mrs. get donkey! and I have complained to each other over the “coffee-cup lid spray problem”, as I have scientifically termed it. Stained shirts and slacks bearing the scars of caffeinated beverages gone wrong litter our clothes hamper. See, while we are both elitist, coffee drinking, liberal snobs, we are not quite elitist enough to get lattes or cappuccinos. Instead, we take our poison straight and black. The lids these coffee joints use (think Starbucks) seem to work well with beverages that have a foamy layer of insulation, but for plain old coffee, the combination of the hot beverage within and the slightest jolt to the cup can be downright volcanic. I would imagine it has something to do with physics.
Anyway, after thanking the Bean Gods for not scalding me, I got to thinking. I came up with the idea of inventing a tiny little biodegradable rubberized plug that you could insert into the lid’s “drinkin’ hole”. This invention would have the dual purpose of keeping the beverage it in the cup and keeping it warm. I had visions of the vast fortune I could amass marketing the little doohickeys. After all, I think the dude who invented that little cardboard sleeve that goes around the cup is a billionaire or something.
Unfortunately, every good invention must have a catchy name, and that is where my plans to be the next hot beverage container king hit a snag. My problem is that, as elitist as I might be, I have the sense of humor of a five-year-old. Therefore, every name I came up with had the word “bung” in it (e.g., “The Javabung”, “The Starbung”, “The Bung-a-cup”, “The Bungmeister”… you get the picture). As I came up with one silly name after another, I began giggling to myself like an idiot. The giggling caused my hand to shake ever so slightly, and the next thing I knew, I had a splotch of coffee on my shoe.
Damn you coffee-lid bunghole!
Start drinkin’ breve like a real man.
Comment by 16 | 2/16/2005
have you been to 7-11 lately??? their new cups and lids
will change the world! do yourself a favor and check it out.
the coffee is not starbucks, but it IS way better than any other
you might come across in a gas station.:wink:
Comment by axis | 2/17/2005