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I'm at my prefered warehouse club store picking up some bottled water and diet coke for the nesfa clubhouse. (I'm gonna be out of state for a week and a half, and it's my job, as the procurer for nesfa to keep the drinks fridge filled with beverages. So I'm stocking it up a bit. )
Walking by the coffee section, and I see this man grinding his coffee beans to his perfect grind in the machine that they provide for this purpose and the convienence of their customers. ( My coffee snob friends have informed me that the beans should be ground just prior to brewing, but oh well... ) Anyway, as I'm walking by, I see him lifting up the top of the grinder and standing on his tiptoes, trying to look down and see how much is left to go. So far, so what....
Then I see him put his hand into the hopper and start pushing the loose beans down into the business end of the grinder. What? I look again. Yup, fingers trying to push the beans down into the input chute of a coffee grinder that is designed to reduce hard objects into coarse powder. I try to resist saying anything aloud, as I am a believer in letting idiots learn their lesson in a painful mannner when they should freaking know better, but it slips out of my mouth as I walk by. "Hope you like blood in your coffee." I don't think he heard me over the noise of the grinder reducing his coffee beans to powder.
By the time I reach the cash registers, I've pondered the situation a bit, and figured that the idiot would, after grinding an inch or so off of his fingers, would hook up with some sleazeball lawyer and sue the crap out of the store and the coffee grinder machine manufacturer, and the coffee company who sold the beans he was grinding. And that some or all of them would probably just write a hush money check rather than defeating him in court as he deserved for acting this stupidly.
So I told the store supervisor that "Some moron is back at the coffee grinding machine trying to push the beans into the grinder with his fingers. YOu may want to tell him that this is a really stupid and dangerous thing to do." Supervisor sent off a lackey to check out the stupidity, and I went on about my business, wondering anew at just how stupid a grown man could be.
Walking by the coffee section, and I see this man grinding his coffee beans to his perfect grind in the machine that they provide for this purpose and the convienence of their customers. ( My coffee snob friends have informed me that the beans should be ground just prior to brewing, but oh well... ) Anyway, as I'm walking by, I see him lifting up the top of the grinder and standing on his tiptoes, trying to look down and see how much is left to go. So far, so what....
Then I see him put his hand into the hopper and start pushing the loose beans down into the business end of the grinder. What? I look again. Yup, fingers trying to push the beans down into the input chute of a coffee grinder that is designed to reduce hard objects into coarse powder. I try to resist saying anything aloud, as I am a believer in letting idiots learn their lesson in a painful mannner when they should freaking know better, but it slips out of my mouth as I walk by. "Hope you like blood in your coffee." I don't think he heard me over the noise of the grinder reducing his coffee beans to powder.
By the time I reach the cash registers, I've pondered the situation a bit, and figured that the idiot would, after grinding an inch or so off of his fingers, would hook up with some sleazeball lawyer and sue the crap out of the store and the coffee grinder machine manufacturer, and the coffee company who sold the beans he was grinding. And that some or all of them would probably just write a hush money check rather than defeating him in court as he deserved for acting this stupidly.
So I told the store supervisor that "Some moron is back at the coffee grinding machine trying to push the beans into the grinder with his fingers. YOu may want to tell him that this is a really stupid and dangerous thing to do." Supervisor sent off a lackey to check out the stupidity, and I went on about my business, wondering anew at just how stupid a grown man could be.
