In our office there are two jugs for water next to the kettle. Everyone drinks tea; I drink coffee, so everyone in the office uses the water jugs to fill the kettle.
I’ve noticed consistently that I seem to be filling the jugs every day. Sometimes twice a day. I’m sure other people fill them too, but since there are about 12 of us who use it, I must be consistently one of the main people who actually takes the effort to fill those water jugs. Most days I don’t mind. Today I’m tired of it.
I’m thinking about making some coffee. As I can see, from my desk right now, both jugs are nearly empty. There is perhaps 2 ounces of water in the bottom of one jug. The kettle is empty. I take my time to see what happens when the next person inevitably goes to the kettle for water. Today I just want the satisfaction of seeing someone else go to the sink room to fill up the jugs.
The Vice Principal comes along and stares down at the jugs, examining them for a good 3 or 4 seconds. He puts his hands on his hips. I guess he sees that they’re almost empty. He probably sees that the kettle is almost empty too. The sink is 20 meters away.
Finally he picks up the jug with 2 ounces of water and splashes it into the kettle. He boils it and makes a miniature cup of tea. And now he sits at his desk, smacking his mouth after every sip so that his enjoyment of that tea and satisfaction is evident.
And so now I will stop writing this to go fill up the damned jugs so I can make some coffee.