Sandra O'Day is a transformational expert, ex-con and motivational speaker with an anger management problem. She shares her thoughts and observations with those who love self-help, those who hate self-help and those who love to hate self-help.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Fresh Ground Coffee
The following conversation took place while I was visiting a friend in her very fancy, extremely expensive Manhattan apartment.
Sandra O’Day : Mmmm. That coffee smells really great, Doris!
Doris the Whiner: It better! It’s a pain in the butt to make.
Sandra O’Day: How so?
Doris the Whiner: Well, I really like super-fresh coffee. So I have to measure the beans, put them in the grinder, grind them, clean the grinder, boil the water, pour the water by hand through the filter bit-by-bit to slowly saturate the coffee ... it just takes a really long time!
A quick silence.
Sandra O’Day: Let me get this straight. You’re complaining about pushing a button on a grinder so that electricity, which you and everyone in your entire city has, will grind the expensive, designer coffee beans. Beans that were hand-picked on a treacherous mountainside in the relentless heat by someone in a developing country who has no electricity or running water and is paid a fraction of a penny for her hard work?
More silence.
Doris the Whiner: Cream and sugar?
Sandra O’Day: Black.
Sandra O’Day : Mmmm. That coffee smells really great, Doris!
Doris the Whiner: It better! It’s a pain in the butt to make.
Sandra O’Day: How so?
Doris the Whiner: Well, I really like super-fresh coffee. So I have to measure the beans, put them in the grinder, grind them, clean the grinder, boil the water, pour the water by hand through the filter bit-by-bit to slowly saturate the coffee ... it just takes a really long time!
A quick silence.
Sandra O’Day: Let me get this straight. You’re complaining about pushing a button on a grinder so that electricity, which you and everyone in your entire city has, will grind the expensive, designer coffee beans. Beans that were hand-picked on a treacherous mountainside in the relentless heat by someone in a developing country who has no electricity or running water and is paid a fraction of a penny for her hard work?
More silence.
Doris the Whiner: Cream and sugar?
Sandra O’Day: Black.
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