How I Became a Sad Stolee

On Wednesday, I was so very excited to get a package from the Roasterie including a T-shirt and 12 ounces of delicious dark coffee beans. In a hurry, I put on the shirt and frantically cleaned my grinder and sealed coffee can. I needed everything to be perfect for this wonderful coffee experience I was about to witness.

I then became sad when I dropped the full can of beans on the floor. I was not going to pick these beans off of the floor because I'm a prude when it comes to coffee and a single speck of dirt would ruin the whole pot no matter how hot it was to kill bacteriums. Luckily, I had put some beans in my grinder, ready to be pulverized and brewed into a delicious beverage that is both tasty, nutritious, and invigorating. I drank enough coffee at such a quick pace that I had a caffeine high that hurt.

need to get some more of this coffee. The air-roasting has definitely convinced me that I shouldn't drink anything else. At my next paycheck, I'm ordering some more.

My sad tale is not yet over, because I didn't realize that the shirt didn't fit. It turns out that they accidentally sent me a large instead of a medium. My proper size is on the way, but it was still a little depressing for a while.