You get where you wonder how life got so whipless. Been there before, that place between the roast and the drip. Didn’t wanna go back.
Did anyway.
It happens. You end up staring at your boots, asking how they got so wet, how that water on ‘em got so hard.
Some new Master Roaster comes into town and tampers with the trade and everything ends up in the knock box and the water gets hard again and runs the drains over.
