The K-Cup “Ducking”

My youngest, Zack, came bearing gifts last weekend when he stopped over to take us out for lunch.

Out of his very thoughtful gifts (he will not mind if I tease him), one nearly defied storage.

Have you heard of the trend of “ducking” someone? People hide dozens of tiny plastic ducks around your house, and just when you think you’ve found them all, another appears.

Yes, that. But make it K-Cups.

The box reminded me strongly of a box of diapers. That big.
One. Hundred. Cups.

100! 

Again, I truly appreciated the gesture. But as one does, I went to put them away in the kitchen after he’d left and… couldn’t.

The coffee supply shelf? Already full.

Adjacent storage? Also full. 

Word Raccoon said she doesn’t mind a decent cup of coffee, so she involved herself, determined to solve the dilemma. 

(Although truth be told, I suspect she’s jealous of Zack and wanted to toss the K-Cups. Deep into one of his philosophical jags over lunch, I asked if I could read him a poem I’d written on the subject. When I finished, he said, “Exactly, exactly.” Which warmed my heart, though not my raccoon’s, who claimed I should’ve given her at least partial credit for writing it. The audacity!)

So when she began flinging K-Cups into any spare container, I suspect she was hoping at least a few would get pierced.

She filled the blue vintage pitcher on the shelf.

She filled the empty teacups! The good ones! 

She discovered some Christmas cookie tins that were apparently begging for coffee.

I don’t know where all she put them; I fully expect to find the fragrant pods in purses, pockets, and perhaps even shoved between books of poetry.

Earlier, Zack said he’d thought about buying two boxes.

I told him I was pretty sure this would do.

Word Raccoon handed him his hat and asked him what his hurry was.

And I, slightly off topic, wondered whether there will ever be a time when one child visits that I don’t greedily wish both were here.

P.S. In the meantime, I’m reading and making notes this weekend on a fabulous manuscript by a very talented writer. I wish I could say more. Suffice it to say that I have already told the author that this needs to be a movie! Stat! It feels good to exercise my fiction-critiquing muscles again.