Somewhere between a hammer and a hard place

The litany of my errors goes something like this…
Monday. I forget my magic (coffee beans) at home.
Tuesday. I forget my lucky (coffee) mug at home.
Wednesday. I forget my faithful (coffee bean) grinder at home.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

Wednesday morning I was standing (barely) in a coworker’s office, offering sage advice on matters pertaining to work, when I could not help but notice he had a hammer on his desk.

Me: “Hey, are you using that hammer right now.”
Him: “Does it look like I’m using a hammer right now?”
Me: “Smart ass.”
Him: “I learned from the best.”
Me: “Daniel-san! Wax on, wax off!”
Him: “Huh?”
Me: “Nothing… do you mind if I borrow that there fine specimen of a hammer?”
Him: “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
Me: “Not if you quit giving me the business and give me a hammer.”
Him: “Sure, go ahead. What do you want it for?”
Me: “I’m going to grind some coffee.”
Him: “No, really…?”
Him: “I’m sorry I asked.”

Thus armed with a hammer, some whole coffee beans, and a plastic zip lock bag… wa la! One zip lock bag of pulverized coffee beans… the next best thing to fresh ground coffee.

Give the gift of words.