A Butterfly Flaps Its Wings, and I Put Syrup In My Coffee

January 13, 2007

Well, not really, but you get the idea. Let’s start at the beginning:

7 a.m. — E-mails from work wake me up.

7:30 a.m. — Log into work and see there is a problem with a NIC card on a server.

8 a.m. — Problem at work solved. I’m wide awake.

8:05 a.m. — Decide to actually get out of bed and start the day (way too early for that normally).

8:15 a.m. — While enjoying first cup of coffee, decide to order a waffle from the diner since I had a craving for it.

8:35 a.m. — Waffle arrives. I place tin with waffle in it on kitchen table. Pour second cup of coffee. Put second cup of coffee on top of fridge (normal spot where I pour the milk into it).

8:36 a.m. — Open tin with waffle in it. Take waffle out and place on plate. Open fridge to get syrup (real maple syrup from Vermont — the best!). Grab syrup, open it, pour some into coffee. Close syrup. Place back in fridge. Grab milk. Open milk. Start to pour milk onto waffle, but catch myself just before it comes out. Wonder why I’m doing that.

8:37 a.m. — Open fridge, and remember that I was holding the syrup bottle a moment ago. Look back at waffle and find there is no syrup on it. Wonder where syrup went. Look at coffee cup. Say, “No way,” to myself. Look in coffee cup. See weird slick on top of coffee. Sigh loudly.

See, the butterfly effect in its full glory. A server NIC dies, and because of that, I put syrup in my coffee. At least it sort of makes sense.

Now if I could only figure out why I keep putting shaving cream on my toothbrush in the morning…