Without my reading glasses, I couldn't tell if it was a coffee ground or one of the small flies that live in my bathroom ferns.
My reading glasses were all the way in the other room.
But, then again I could just use my finger to take the black thing out. But, then again my finger would get dirty.
Or, I could rinse out the cup. But, then I'd have to dry it.
Or, I could just get different cup. But, the dishwasher was already full.
So, I did what any other 56 year old would do.
I filled up my glass and ignored the bug. Hopefully, coffee ground.
Worse comes to worse, just more protein.
Ah . . . the Great Circle of Life.
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