A Man and his Coffee Plunger
Today, I’m going to tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a man, and he had a really nice coffee plunger. This man was me, and I loved that damn plunger.
At least, until one fateful day when my plunger was donated to charity. On my behalf. Without my knowledge.
Yep, thats right. Involuntary charity. You can’t make this stuff up.
I came in the following Monday scratching my head (as this all went down on a Friday), as I knew where I’d left my plunger, but I couldn’t find it. I was then informed that my plunger had been donated to chartiy. Cue a very sad (and angry) panda.
So I bit my tongue, and bought in another plunger… A then few days later this (glass) plunger was left with a large crack running down the side of my plunger. That’s two for two.
Fast forward a few months, and another (really shiny, beautiful) plunger – this is one my wife bought me – and more shenanigans ensued. I couldn’t find my plunger… I went through the entire kitchen several times (a few times with other people to make sure I wasnt missing the blindingly obvious), the entire floor of my building and nothing. Nada. Zip. It seemed that my beautiful shiny stainless steel plunger that was a present from my wife had been stolen.
** CUE DRAMATIC MUSIC **
By this time, the rage and sadness were at gargantuan levels. I ended up sending a (surprisingly) polite email around the office, asking for it back.
A week or so later, and lo and behold, stealthed into one of the kitchen cupboards, sitting in a plastic bag was my plunger. To really rub salt in the wound my plunger had not only been damaged (as if that weren’t bad enough!), but it had been taken apart and put back together incorrectly. Sigh.
So I took it out, gave it a good clean and put it back together again properly. All was well. My plunger had some battle scars, but I was honestly just happy to have it back.
Little did I know, the amazing wonderful people I work with decided that (since this was my third plunger that had been lost to the ethers) it would be a nice idea to order in a new plunger, the exact same make and model as my current one (this was not a cheap plunger, so the sentiment is all the more wonderful).
THESE are the people I work with, and you all fucking rock. Seriously, what team takes the time and effort to search out an expensive obscure plunger and buy it for a really sad panda. An awesome team, thats who.
So this email is a massive thankyou to those awesome people I work with, and an immortalization of your selfless act. You are all upstanding folks and have restored my faith in humanity.
Here they are:
You are all awesome. Give yourselves a high-five.
I will also be shouting coffee to the above people this friday 🙂