I’m a thief! God’s wrath!
Maybe, apart from CCC, we should create a new club: The Coffeee Cup Thiefs Club! Because, folks, I’m a thief myself now and joined the (bad?) example of Kevin… You can see that the object of my mischief was a dark blue with gold coffee cup, with a large handle, very comfortable to hold… I saw it last Saturday laying alone and sad on a shelf of the backroom where we have our Dessin d’après modèle vivant sessions, at the University… It was so beutiful and so sad (and lonely – probably somebody forgot it, even if I’m not sure how she or he could do that...) that I couldn’t resist, old maggpie that I am… Probably I wouldn’t if it wasn’t for the recent example of Kevin, getting some more adrenaline fix in some Starbuck. But his example just pushed the balance the way of the wrongdoing… and I thought I will get away with it!
No, nobody saw me and no, I wasn’t dishonered for life and put into irons and such… But God’s wrath manifested itself no less…
I was happily preparing myself a Vienese coffee (2 teaspoonfull of fine grinded coffee + 1 teaspoon of fine grinded coacoa) and just pouring the hot water in my Zepter ibric (I don’t know the term in English: the thing in which you prepare your coffee…) when God intervened and look what I did to my pijamas! (looks like an abstract painting but it did hurt a bit being hot-hot!)
So now I’m in a kind of a dilema: should we make the coffee club thief club? Or should we confess our sins and get back the beautiful object of our desires?
ION VINCENT DANU, Sherbrooke, Québec, Canada