Morningtime

Doc J starts his day feeling energized, having just scarfed down a delicious breakfast bagel from his favorite bagelry in town, Atomic Bagels. Actually he is not certain whether or not the bagels taste good or not, since he severely burnt his tongue drinking his piping hot cup of joe. Every morning is the same, he comes into his kitchen and starts up the ill-kempt coffee machine, a device at the leading technological edge of innovation in the field of bean percolation and tongue scorching. One can't help but notice immediately that the machine has taken a sound beating after only two weeks of operation. He readies the machine to make 12 cups of coffee, even though he fully well knows that he will drink a cup and a half at most. He loads the grinding attachment with an overabundance of grounds, not realizing that its true purpose is to produce grounds from beans. He even has the audacity to place a small, brown paper filter over the fine, gold permanent filter that comes included. Doc J doesn't have the time to take the care needed to make even the simplest of observations. The 1-3 cup option button's LED is blinking with a determined intensity, trying its darndest to let the good doc know that the water will be heated to nothing less than two times the necessary amount.

Doc J doesn't need instructions to ruin even the most intuitive of devices.

Fortunately for the poor device, the doc doesn't bother to blame it for the ultimately tender condition of his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He just stops to wonder if a burnt mouth is the newest, cool thing.