Last time we caught up at a local cafe, we got to talking about life as we normally do and after a few cocktails, the comments tend to start flowing. Nothing unusual there. These catch-ups are normally a way for us all to get our frustrations out have a laugh about them.
As we ordered coffee’s for the group towards the end of lunch though, one of my best friends made a comment about the coffee as she sipped her cup. She said “Ah, that’s a great cup of coffee. Not like that Keurig stuff you still drink, Bobbi!”
I was shocked. I spat my coffee out on the table and had a bit of a laugh but then said “What do you mean? What’s wrong with my coffee?”
To which the entire group replied in an almost perfect harmony “You drink that Keurig rubbish.”and added “We’ve been too scared to tell you how bad it is when we pop over to your house for a coffee”
I was genuinely in shock. “What do you mean? It’s perfectly good coffee!” I said, and they replied “Well, it’s stale, lacks flavor and pretty much is undrinkable!”and they added "We didn't have the heart to tell you but we always comment to each other about your coffee when we pop over"
I added “Surely not!” and I started to tear up a little bit. Had I been serving my friends bad coffee for 10 years without knowing it? How could this be?
So I replied “Well, since you’re the coffee experts, what do you all drink at home then?!” as I pouted and tried not to act upset.