The Nespresso machine had died. Austin is sobbing. But I haven’t been able to find anything for him for Christmas, so I told him I would buy him another. He’s got $50 of Nespresso pods in the drawer. It’s necessary.
Austin: I can’t wait until Christmas for coffee.
Me: I will give it to you as soon as it arrives, will just say it’s for Christmas.
Austin: But it’s Thanksgiving. It will be—DAYS!!!!!—before a new one comes. What will I do until then?
Me, pointing at the three unopened bags of 8 o’clock coffee beans (22 oz each bag): You could drink the coffee that’s sitting right there.
Cue Austin sobbing and crying.
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