Wednesday, March 14, 2012
When a door closes....
This morning I awoke to discover that my morning buddy was gone. The light had left it's eyes. Its sparkly blue power switch eye.
My Keurig coffee machine is dead. RIP my dear friend. You were a ray of sunshine each morning as I grumpily trudged downstairs to read the newspaper. (I'm so not a morning person) Your bright sparkly blue power light winked at me as you dispensed a perfect cup of my favorite blend. I sipped your delightful offering each day as I prepared to meet the world.
But alas, this morning I had none. The door had closed. What to do? I need coffee, mainly for the protection of others.
I decided I had to stop at Tim Horton's Drive Thru on the way to work. I dreaded it. The line ups in the morning are horrendous. I approached the coffee shop. Something's wrong......there are no cars in the line. This is unprecedented, especially at that hour of the morning.
I wondered if the store was closed, maybe there was another power outage - something was wrong. I proceeded to the microphone, cautiously. There was a voice on the other end who took my order. When I arrived at the window I told her I thought the store was closed because there were no cars. She laughed and said it was very rare. And then she told me to look behind me. There were about 15 cars now behind me.
So the moral of this story is that when one door closes (my coffee machine dies), a window opens (all cars clear out of my path at Tim Hortons)
Not sure this is an appropriate analagy for this expression but you knew I would warp it. :)