After spending 20 minutes on the Internet and another 10 minutes on the phone with my bank trying to resolve an error that turned out to be entirely my fault (thankfully it wasn’t the kind of error that costs money), I emerged from my office, met by the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee.
“Oh,” I said. “You made coffee while I was being dumb. May I have a cup?”
“Sure,” she said, “but I don’t think it’ll help.”
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