It’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to Jenge and I. We’ve been inconsolable for hours. We still can’t believe it. How could this happen? Why would this happen to us? We’re good people (mostly).
Today we say goodbye to the coffee maker.
The coffee maker has dutifully done it’s job well for two and a half years, but no one could live up to the kind of pressure we put on it.
Now, it won’t even turn on. We stood in front of it for an hour this morning. Turning it on, waiting. Nothing. Turn it off. Turn it on. Wait. Nothing. Turn it off. Once, in a fit of panic I hit the button 30 or so times, but still, silence. No bubble bubble. No hiss hiss. No pop pop. Just the smell of freshly ground coffee that was not going to brew!
I called Paul at Starbucks warranty service (who was quite helpful and nice). Surely there must be something I can do! He’s so young! So shiny! So needed!
Nope. After explaining my problem, Paul said I could try to take it to a small appliance repair shop but it would likely cost as much to fix as to buy a new one.
But Paul did know how to fix my espresso machine (a ray of hope!). Unfortunately, I will have to call him back once I find a Phillips head screwdriver and a 3/64” Allen wrench.
So sad! So unecessary! And Jenge and I are trying so hard to save money right now! What will we do? Where will we go?? How will we get up tomorrow morning without the promise of our sweet, glorious brew!
God only knows, mes amis. God only knows!