For those that thought the most ridiculous INeedCoffee story was how my kitten was tearing up my Kona plant, it gets worse. This is a story about finding the perfect coffee mug, owning that mug, and then watching it die. It is sort of like the timeless story of Romeo and Juliet. Only this time Juliet is a coffee mug.
The year was 1998 and I was working in Clearwater, Florida at Nielsen Media Research. NMR developed software applications around Nielsen TV ratings and other media. Being a software development house we were always getting courted by third party vendors. These vendors were always trying to sell their database, code libraries, or any other tool to make our products better.
Although vendors must get purchase approval from management, they need to win over the developers. And developers need to be wooed with bagels, t-shirts, mouse pads, and other gifts. When the final decision on which vendor to go with is too close to call, developers give their recommendation based on the company that gave them the best loot. It is a sad but true fact that a $200,000 contract could be lost simply because the sales representative forgot to pass out frisbees to the programmers.
One development group was being wooed by MicroStrategy. At the time I was building a collection of coffee mugs and word got back to me that MicroStrategywas passing out mugs to that group. My collection was becoming cumbersome and I was considering getting rid of a lot of my mugs, so I sort of brushed off the information. I didn’t need a 50th mug taking up space in my cabinet.
Then I saw a developer walking by with the mug and it was love at first sight. This mug was a far cry from the traditionally bland pharmaceutical mugs. It was tall and black with a cool picture of an “agent” on the side. The product being promoted was something called DSS Agent and the agent design was of a 1940’s retro look. What made it special was the handle. The handle was blocked and large enough to comfortably fit all four fingers. The first time I grabbed it, I knew it was my Excalibur. But it wasn’t my mug, it belonged to members of another group and they knew this was too good of a bounty to trade for. Despite various attempts I was unable to get a mug of my own.
A few days later I was in the break room and I spied one of the mugs by the sink caked with old coffee. Either someone had yet to clean their mug or they sat it by the sink in hopes that someone would clean it for them. At that moment I decided I’d clean it for them, back at my house. When the break room was empty, I tossed the mug into a plastic bag and slipped out the back door. From there I went out to my car and buried it under the seat. Thankfully, no one saw me or came around asking for the mug.
The mug of my dreams and I were now united.
Although I never brought the mug into work, I drank my morning, evening, and weekend coffee almost exclusively from the mug. Coffee seemed to taste better. The larger size was perfect for a single french press. My other normal size mugs no longer were of any value to me. But, the handle was what made this mug perfect. My pinky wasn’t jammed into the handle like smaller mugs. This chalice had no equal.
On January 26th, 2000 the fairy tale ended. Now living in the Washington DC metro area, my mug and I headed to work at 6am to avoid the traffic that normally occurs during snowstorms. The snowstorm was a dangerous semi-blizzard that blanketed the roads and sidewalks with about 12 inches of snow. While hiking from my car to the building in a blinding snowstorm I dropped the bag holding my mug. When I got into the building I saw the mug in pieces.
My favorite mug was now broken.
My favorite mug was dead. It was beyond repair. Good-bye old buddy, you will be missed.
In 2007, Michael moved to America's coffee capitol Seattle, Washington. He has visited close to two hundred different coffee places in Seattle, Portland and Vancouver and met many of the top roasters and baristas in the country. Since 2009, Michael has been the Organizer of the Coffee Club of Seattle, which is a Meetup group of over 600 coffee enthusiasts. Besides the social aspect of the group, the Coffee Club of Seattle partners with local coffee professionals for educational events such as coffee cuppings, brewing demonstrations and roasting tours.
Unrelated to coffee, Michael has a personal blog at CriticalMAS.com which covers several topics including fitness, cooking and economics.