Not that we had a ‘forever’ close relationship, but I counted on her. She was easy-going, reliable, always there, never failed to give me exactly what I wanted, what I needed.
Until she failed. Completely. Some relationships, once broken, cannot be repaired – or aren’t worth fixing. Once something fails, we can’t take that relationship to a repair shop. Not that anyone could fix this.
Sadness ensued, then time shopping for replacement. No idle infatuation would do, I wanted the real deal. Happy to say, I’m in love again. Superior to her predecessors. I can program her to ‘turn on automatically’ while I’m still sleeping – but that seems lazy …
You see, my old-faithful coffee maker passed to the great beyond. No service, dumpster burial. No coffee. Yikes, I had to shop. Perusing 50 or more machines at The Bay, I found her. But not finding a ‘fresh one in a box’ (shelves had plenty of others, but not even the box that one came in). Only half as frustrating as trying to find anyone who worked there. When I did, they didn’t know and couldn’t help – but did offer to help me find it online.
Canadian Tire? Home Depot? Online? No.
Crate & Barrel – ‘counsellors’ there understood my needs – knew their products, had stock. Paid. Yay!
One button to push starts beans-a-grinding, pumps water, delivers fresh brewed pot of enjoyment quicker than I can take a shower. Spanking-new top-line Cuisinart; once loaded with half-week’s bean supply, 12 cups of water; any strength I want, any time I want – only one difficulty so far (20 minutes figuring out how to set her clock).