Break Time Decaf
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The cuisinart coffee Maker on the break room was making a hissing sound as it brewed a new pot of decaf. I was anxious and was waiting for it to finish so that I could brew a new pot of regular coffee. Decaf really was not my thing I had a feeling that it was for old people, girls and guys who could not stomach a man’s drink. Decaf, even its name sound feminine. The coffee maker was still hissing while I was deep in thought. Momentarily, the boss’ secretary came in and took out the pot and poured some in a cup. My boss liked decaf, go figure!
