Oh, the pain. How horrible. Quelle terrible! p'tahk! The coffee maker died this morning just after I turned it on. I tried perhaps five times to get it to work and it would not.
I had hot Russian tea for breakfast instead, but one wants ones coffee. I have been out and gotten a few grocery items and a new coffee maker as well. I am about to wash the parts and run it to clean it as the instructions say. I also stopped at McDonalds and got a large cup of their superb coffee. Better late than not at all.
The packaging for the new Mr. C*f*ee coffee maker was the work of diabolical minds. I needed my knife that I always carry, to get some of the box opened so that I could cut away the glued in foam!! and after that hard labor, to try again to extricate the appliance. But it was not to be. One must at personal risk of slashing arms or hands, continue cutting and pulling with great force to get the thing out of its prison. Once THAT was accomplished, then I had to get all the tape and film off of the appliance as well. IT is resting comfortably on the counter. I am down for the count. But I am drinking the coffee I brought home. Sadly I have almost finished the last delectable drop.
The dead coffee maker resides in the trash bin now and good riddance to the cursed thing to choose 0630 to do that to me! The container it came in is not fit for recycle as there is so much foam glued in and impossible to get out.
I will go observe and tend my wounds at having had coffee so late in the morning.