The Mystery of the Missing Coffee

First, let me say that everything I write is pretty much true. I might embellish a bit.  For instance, I said on the air yesterday that my dog was still mad at me for feeding her my wife's cooking.  That's not really true. She only pouted for a day or two not a week, but other than that these things really happen.

Now what I am about to tell you is my total recollection of what happened next.  I didn't say this was logical, but this is what my head says happened.

On Wednesday night, my daughter played in a basketball game in Fayette, then hustled over to Pilot Grove where she played a late night double header softball game.  All in all, a great night watching her, but we got home very late. As any morning guy will tell you, by Thursday on a nomal week, you are usually pretty tired. You get up so early to be on the air that it will drain you.

Well, Thursday morning I was exhausted, but being the professional that I am, I was in the office well before 4:30 a.m. to start my day.  Paperwork, writing ads, reading the news online, etc., and as usual, I go up to a fast food spot down the street around 5:30 to get a cup of fresh coffee. I only drink one cup a day, because that stuff Bruce makes in the morning is poison.

I go thru the drive-thru and order my coffee.  The guys says, "That will be $1.60." Same thing has happened everyday for years.

I get to the window, give him a $10 bill, he unlocks the window (because I'm the first one there), he takes my money, hands me my coffee and then gives me my change. I can feel the warmth of the cup as I place it in my cup holder in my car (where else would you put it?), throw my change back in my seat and back to work I go.  This whole event took less than ten minutes.

No big deal right? Wrong! I pull in the parking lot grab my phone and went ot grab my coffee...the son of b*#$% was gone!  I'm not lying, the whole cup was missing!  I felt around the car, no wet spots, no cup in the floor board, just *poof* GONE.  Spell it with me: G -O-N-E.

Now I know I was tired, but where did it go?  I know logically you are saying, "You left it at the drive thru," or "Maybe it dropped out of your window," or "You put it on top of your car." I'm telling you, I had it in my car and it just disappeared.  I should also tell you I'd watched a marathon of Fact of Fiction the other night, and I'm blaming it on a HAINT, a coffee slurpin', cup stealin', 3rd cousin to Michael Bloomberg blankety blank HAINT.

On a final note, I mentioned this on the air and within minutes I had a fresh cup of coffee from a listener.  Another offered to cook me green beans (see yesterday's blog).  I've got the greatest listeners ever!