Java jive in the john
This story will fall into the list of finally seeing it all. At a weekend restart at an Atlanta truck stop, I was washing my hands in the restroom when I looked up and saw quite a sight on the sink counter: Someone was actually brewing a pot of coffee in the men’s room.
After I finished washing my hands, I went back to the manager and cashier and told them what I saw. They didn’t believe me, so they sent a male worker into the men’s room to check it out. Yep, someone was brewing a pot of coffee.
A few minutes later, they made an announcement on the P.A.: “Will the person brewing a pot of coffee in the men’s room please remove it, or it will be thrown out.” I wish I had taken a picture of it with my camera phone. After the announcement, the jokes came pouring out: “Wonder what that coffee tastes like?” “Forget Maxwell House, I’ll have a cup of Outhouse.” “Now that’s what I call multitasking.” I could go on and on.
First of all, thanks for sending in the story. Second of all, thanks for ruining my breakfast. I’m sitting here reading the Sunday paper with Lucky Dog, enjoying the morning and suddenly that second cup of coffee doesn’t sound so good. In fact, what’s left of the first one is getting a one-way ticket down the drain.
Some things just don’t go together: Oil and water. Speed limits and taxi drivers. Red wine and white shirts. Rosanne Barr and the Star Spangle Banner. You get the idea.
I think we can safely add a pot of coffee and restrooms to the list.
I’ve always said that truck drivers are nothing if not resourceful, but brewing a cup of joe in the men’s room is taking the joke a little too far. The next time this guy needs his caffeine fix, let’s hope for all of our sake he has enough sense to get his java jive outside the john.
Murphy and Lucky Dog