Karma

Over the summer, my mom has been buying me the fanciest international coffee beans as she has been travelling around. I believe I have 4 bags from her. She had asked me if I had a coffee grinder, and I said "Of course." Wrong. So what do I do? I go to the grocery store and buy ground coffee as I have a french press that requires such. I get home and pack the coffee for work. I prepare the press, pull out the Hawaiian blend, and OH SNAP its whole bean. Effing head in the clouds!

Fast forward a few weeks. I am sitting in my friend Sara'h apartment a few blocks from me., Her and her man are hanging out, getting ready to go get more beer for our Fuck Monday nights. I ask her if she had a grinder I could borrow, and I tell her my tales. She didn't. We get up and walk the two blocks to the market, and Sarah is walking ahead of me. She screams out " Holy shit!!!!" I walk over, expecting a dead cat or something, and there is a box along the road marked free. Inside? A perfectly new Krups coffee grinder. Yeah. Holy shit. It was the only thing in the box.