Bang Your Hand Right There & It Works...

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The Keurig…

The alarm on my little blue phone wakes me with a start. I scramble from the covers to slide the snooze bar over. Luckily Craig didn’t stir from his slumber. I sneak out of bed, patting the covers gently as I go to feel where his legs are, so I don’t step on him. I teeter to the kitchen still not fully awake and press the gray “On” button on my Keurig. It revs up to life and the “Ready to Brew” icon pops up on the screen. I put my K-cup in and press the medium size cup button. Letting it do its magic I leave the kitchen to go to the bathroom.

A minute later I hear, “Hey babe, the Keurig isn’t brewing…Fuck!” I finish my business and quickly go back to the kitchen. I reassure him by saying, “Oh you just have to bang your hand right there and it works.” Low and behold, I re-open the K-cup holder lid, press down on the medium cup button again & hit the Keurig right above the K-cup holder. The caramel drizzle coffee oozed out of the little nozzle on my command. I smiled up at Craig and he just gave me the usual look of ‘your crazy, but I love you’ and shook his head lightly.

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My Car Stereo

“I’m at the bottom of the mountain, come out in a minute.” “Okay!” I notified Craig I was almost at his place, clicking the speaker phone off. I turned my car stereo on, a Bruno Mars song that is way too much like, “Message in a bottle” by the Police came on. I ascended the mountain street, singing at the top of my lungs.

I pulled up to Craig’s mom place and there he was waiting by the curb smoking his black e-cigarette with his baseball cap tilted in his unique way. I hit the unlock door button and he entered the passenger seat. “Hey Babe,” he said leaning over to give me a quick kiss. My radio then, puttered out, releasing a squealing, nails on chalkboard sound. I winced and Craig moved to turn it off. I stopped him and said, “Oh you just have to bang your hand right there and it works.” Once again, I banged my hand right at the hour digital number and the radio sprang to life without the annoying squeal.

Craig furrowed his brows at me and said, “What don’t you have to bang your hand against to make it work??” I frowned, but then responded with a sly smirk, “You”. He gave me his usual you're crazy look and kissed me on the forehead. 

Future Goal of 2013:

Own things you don’t need to bang your hand against to make work…Call Keurig to report the problem and actually buy a new car stereo…Let the saving begin! =)