Never get p*ssed off at you coffee machine. Don't call it names! Whatever you do, don't think you can solve it with violence. It will get back at you.
Mine just did. In an outstanding twisted roundabout, that would have made an circus artist jealous, 1 liter coffee flue in the air, on my underarm and walls in the kitchen. If you think my arm looks ugly, you should see my kitchen :(.
I'm no crying baby, but for a couple of minutes I was no hero. I just thank God the farmacy was open. Aloe Vera, Xylocain and painkillers really helps a girl out when she's feeling a bit sorry herself.
I am thinking about becoming friends with that machine again. Small steps. But a life without caffeine, is no life ;) ☕
