The Coffee Incident

You ever see someone get hot coffee launched at them in the middle of a nursing home dining room?

Because I did. And it was my manager. So. It’s Tuesday morning. Breakfast rush.

Everyone’s half-awake, caffeine-dependent, and two minutes away from losing it.

My manager—sweetest lady alive—is helping deliver trays. Trying to keep the peace.

Smiling through chaos. And then there’s Mr. Daniels. Eighty-something.

Retired lawyer. Thinks he still runs the world. Complains about everything.

Coffee’s running late, and he’s been tapping that spoon like it owes him rent.

I swear, you could feel the tension before it happened. My manager finally