It is a feminist issue, for some reason, that secretaries shouldn't fetch coffee for the boss. The boss should fetch his own damn coffee.

That's one of the reasons why feminists have never gained much traction. They don't understand how the world works.

The Facts Of Life And Coffee

Suppose I have a company, and I hire a manager at $100K a year to run it. That's $50 an hour. If it takes 6 minutes for him to get a cut of coffee, I'm paying $5 for his labor, and maybe 50 cents for the coffee, the cream, the sugar, the coffee cup, the filter, the water, the electricity, etc.

I hire a secretary because my manager is overworked. The secretary makes $20K a year. Oh, maybe she gets called an administrative assistant. That doesn't matter to me, although titles are certainly cheaper than wages when it comes to compensating employees.

It could happen to anyone, given a bad enough day, and there have been some pretty hot ones lately.

Still, I bet the guy who did this wishes he could grab a beer from the beverage cart, pop the inflatable exits, and make a spectacular exit, don't you think?

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It's no secret among fiction writers that the purely fictional story is pretty rare. The way Bob wears a hat canted over to the left, or slouches as he enters the diner, or glances both ways before he shoots through a red light: those aren't inventions, but observations, taken from real life.

Non-fiction writers are less honest, but in fact they can only present part of one person's perspective of an event. They don't know that the third cop in was distracted for a fraction of a second by the little girl on a scooter a block away. They pretend they present all the facts, when in fact, no newspaper could possibly describe all the facts relevent to a given event.

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@brittanyyishere Me: This banana is too hard. I don't like it. Mom: I only like them hard, I don't like them too soft. Me: *tries to control laughter* #twss