Would You Like Cream on that Floor?

Got to the office a few minutes early today and decided to make the coffee. I drink most of it, and so I figure I should contribute. I grabbed a filter, poured the grinds in and hit brew. I meandered back to my office and printed a few cases to read before lunch. I moseyed on back to the kitchen a half hour later, so ready for my morning GoJo.

A puddle covered everything, there was coffee all over everywhere. On the counter. On the floor. On the deposition tape that The Boss was watching the other day. I freaked out, moved the most important items and got to cleaning. I noticed the coffee pot was perfectly clean and shiny. Sitting off to the side of the machine, it had never been put into place.

A Master of the Mother Fucker situation.