The Hector foundry was a good sort of place to work...such as it was. We had a varied and jovial group of guys that got along OK most of the time. But we also had one strange and rather acidic individual that we also had to put up with.
His name was Charlie Whiteside. At this time, he was a first class petty officer and was in control of the foundry. He was the only one who drank coffee in the shop, and he swore he could tell fresh coffee from stale coffee at the drop of a hat. So it was no wonder he demanded a fresh pot be brewed before quarters each and every morning.
Now it came to pass that Charlie was going to take a leave of two whole weeks and would therefore not need his fresh coffee each morning, at least not provided by us lackey Molder types. So, on the day of his departure, a fresh pot was brewed up, as per his orders, and he came and had a cup or two, as he always did, then he departed for his two week leave.
We unplugged the pot and let it sit, un-drained, un-cleaned, un-cared about for the entire two weeks.
At the pre-arranged time, some TWO WEEKS later, Skip Carrington decided we better get the ol' coffee pot fired up so Charlie wouldn't be deprived of his drink of choice. Skip goes over to the pot, lifts the lid and peeks inside...MOLD was growing on the grounds...some kind of CRITTER was in there too....No problem.....He plugged it back in and it sizzled and popped doing its regular duty cycle.
Now, Oh, did I mention it had been TWO WEEKS since it was fresh????
Well, here comes Charlie down the ladder. After a bit he goes over and draws a cup of Joe. Takes a sip and IMMEDIATELY declares......
"Damn, That's GOOD coffee!
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