So this one happened just a few days ago in my own home and my partners ability to do malicious compliance in real life cracks me up. So I wanted to share this one.
For Christmas, I got my partner a Keurig. He's an avid coffee drinker and before this he had a tassimo. But for personal reasons we live in my mothers crowded house and the tassimo, while brand new when opened, came pretty much broken. But it's all he had access to and it's all we could afford.
The thing cant run without making a ton of noise. But I know my house too well and can honestly tell you no one takes care of anything. Everyone uses my stuff and constany breaks it or wrecks it in some way and are woefully unapologetic about it. I'm just used to it.
But when I spent all this money on the Keurig I wanted it to he just for my partner, since my mother said "No one else drinks coffee in the house." She wasn't really wrong. They, for the most part, drink barely anything caffienated.
However recently, since the Keurig is left in the kitchen, we've both come to realize that they had intentions of using the Keurig without our permission. Not that we would normally mind but in the last two weeks alone about 3 things of mine have been broken. We weren't taking that risk and moved it down to my room. It has produced no smell and was making no fuss.
But, while out the other day, I received a text questioning where "the coffee machine went". I know she's not that clueless because she's talked to me about the Keurig before. When she was considering buying him one for Christmas. She just tried to play dumb so I wouldn't know she wanted it upstairs for them to use it.
When I told her it was downstairs for convenience she went off. It all boiled down to "It cant be downstairs in your room because I said so" and to make it look like it wasn't about using the machine she even threw in some stuff about moving out if we wanted to live like we had our own apartment and whatnot. I was livid.
My partner however determined that he wasn't going go let them use whatever Keurig pods they bought and didn't want to tell us they had, so my partner brought his old tassimo back upstairs.
The look on my mom and her fiancés face was priceless. They looked so annoyed and wouldn't even speak to us nor say a word. They won't dare ask why the Keurig isn't upstairs.
It's been about two days since then. And my mother still shoots us daggers whenever my partner makes coffee.
I've been reading about coffee for a long while now but I hardly come by on this topic. Hoping someone can give a few examples just so that I'll (and maybe someone else) be careful of in the future.
Massive TW: depictions of abuse, and assault
This isn’t my story, but a friends story. They don’t use Reddit, but they said I could share it. Please be nice, it takes a lot for someone to share a story like this. Time details are intentionally vague.
The title is the TL;DR. The entitled mother is my own mother. This event happened in January of the early 2000s. And I’m on my phone.
I started working at age 13 to pay bills because my mom thought by having the power cut off and having no food in the house was a good punishment. Since I had to work so much I bought a car at age 16, so I no longer had to walk 2 miles to school, 4 miles to work, and then 5.5 miles home every day. I bought the car from my then boyfriend’s dad and he kept it in his name so that way my mom could never take it. When I turned 18, the title got switched over to my name, so this car was never hers.
One day in January, I was in the kitchen gathering my lunch to go to work for the day when my mom came in. This was highly unusual because she was never up before noon. I just ignored her presents.
Mom: Where are you going this early?
Mom: Don’t be rude to me! I want you to go and get me a coffee before you go to “wooooork”.
Me: No, sorry. I don’t have the time or money to get you a coffee and bring it back before I go to work.
Mom: Excuse me?! What did you just say to me?
Me: I don't have the time right now. I'm going to be late.
Mom: Fine. Im that case you lose your car privileges for three weeks!
She lunges for my keys which were in my hand.
Me: What? No. I have to get to work.
Mom: No! You don't disrespect me in my own house and think you can run around all willy nilly! YOU'RE. NOT. GOING. ANYWHERE!
With that she began to claw at my arms that were holding the keys above her head. She kicked and screamed, punched and gauged at me. She grabbed me by my shoulders and threw all 300+ pounds backwards; causing her to go flying into kitchen table. She got a few bumps and bruises, but nothing substantial happened.
She stood up and screamed: DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID TO ME? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR OWN MOTHER? I’VE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU, BUT THAT ISN’T ENOUGH IS IT?
I noticed that she dropped the keys, so I scrambled to try to pick them up. I got them, and my next goal was to get out of there as fast as possible. My mom saw me trying to leave, and in her last efforts to show me she was in charged, she grabbed a steak knife from the cutlery drawer... keep reading on reddit ➡
In the same video in which Jimmy revealed that Goran acts like he doesn't understand English to get away with cheating in card games with the Heat, Butler also said that Goran managed to always distract him while ordering a coffee, resulting in him never actually paying for it.
"I think I've made somewhere in between $1 and like $6000. [...] I have to say that my number 1 customer was Goran Dragic, the Dragon, but it doesn't really count. He's the only person that never paid for a single cup of Big Face Coffee. He would come into the room and be like: "Hey, how are you feeling today? How's your body." "Did you watch soccer last night? Oh, yeah, Neymar is so good, so good." And then he'd throw in, like, "Yo, let me get a cappuccino." And then he'd just keep going. I thought I figured it out, but he knew how to get me to get to talking. He buttered me up a little bit...Goran, he's in debt to me."
A coffee shop with the same social atmosphere as a bar, talking to people maybe a pool table. Without the loud music, way too drunk people, and the uncomfortably close quarters. I feel like all the coffee shops open late at night are just for people to study or do non-social things like read. I want socializing but not bar-socializing. (post-covid of course.)
I hope this doesn’t come off as gatekeeping but between Starbucks and Dunkin’ I swear the baristas can’t keep up with all the frivolous demands. Get coffee, add cream, sugar packets or milk of your choice and get out of line. Otherwise go get a bottle of coke until you’re ready to admit you just want a liquid donut.
accidental second opinion I realized while typing this... if someone is in a transitional/part-time/low wage paying job don’t expect them to give a damn about your highly tuned specifications. If you order a complicated order and it doesn’t turn out right maybe your demanding too much from the people behind the counter... AND the exchange of $3.50 does not give you any sort of right to bitch them out. Take your dressed up bottle of coke and move on.
Estonia: filter coffee machine or the french press
I can only speak from my own experience, but my family prefers the filter coffee machine over anything else, and if any brand is more popular than others, then I'd guess it would be Severin.
But I know many people who either prefer the french press or simply don't want to buy a big machine and therefore keep on using the french press. I don't think there are specific brands. Some people also only make coffee in a cup (called "pätikas" - a diminutive word meaning the-thiefs-one) and it was a real hype a few years ago to buy a fully automatic espresso machine, the most popular brand being Jura. I personally also own a moka pot in addition to my filter coffee machine and I also know some other people who do, mainly hikers or big coffee fans. And I've also met several old ladies who have a coffee percolator (called "mulksukann" in Estonian, meaning "the bubbling jug").
K, this happened 12 years ago. I was in the process of moving to the city and my mom gave me a sort of Apartment Starter Kit, old pots, pans, utensils, plates, etc. Including an old Tim Horton's coffee maker, which had been stored in the shed for a couple years.
Not being a dummy, I cleaned out that coffee maker as best I could, then ran a few straight pots of water / vinegar through it. It ran a bit slow but I wasn't too worried. "Good coffee takes time!"... Or so I thought. My first cup of coffee tasted a bit strange. I quickly attributed that to any lingering vinegar.
Fast forward a week or so later and the taste of the coffee hadn't improved, + the speed of the brew was noticeably slowing. So I decided to take it apart and give it a more thorough cleaning. I'm fairly mechanically inclined, so I was able to break it down with little effort. Feeling proud of myself, I accessed the water reservoir and emptied it. What came out was a sort of dark grainy sludge. At first I was annoyed, wondering "How did coffee grounds get into the water reservoir?!" As I stared at the sludge, my annoyance slowly turned into revulsion and horror. Yes, while stored out in the shed, mice had made my Mom's Tim Horton's coffee maker their home. And I had been brewing and drinking Mouse Turd coffee.
TL;DR I unknowingly drank mouse turd flavoured coffee for over a week.