Let me start by saying – don’t
touch my oatmeal. Ever.
Maybe I should give some background for
my opening statement. This morning I had to open at work, and
normally I bring my breakfast with me when I open so that I can sleep
in five minutes longer. (I love sleep!) Today, I brought one of those
instant oatmeal packets (berry flavored) and a green ceramic bowl to
prepare it in. In our lobby next to the coffee maker, we have a fancy
water machine with a few different options to choose from. There is a
regular cold water button, a hot water button, and a boil water
button.
I had never used the boil option
before, so I was following the instructions for it while discussing it with my co-worker. As we were trying to figure out how to get the water to
boil, the phone rang and I went to answer it – foolishly leaving my
oatmeal under the supervision of my co-worker. After I took the call,
and also helped an early morning customer who pulled up in the drive thru,
I walk back out to finish making my breakfast, only to stop when I saw my co-worker attempting to make it for me.
After I saw him fiddling around with the the water machine and my green bowl, I got a
sinking feeling something was wrong. I asked, “Is everything ok?”
