Hope it’s not racist to say, but my moments of madness are usually associated with whiteness. I had a white Chrysler New Yorker on a family trip and went out to start it while the fam caught up and was struck by how clean it had gotten while we were at breakfast. My clue was the key didn’t fit that New Yorker but the white car three parking spaces down from me. I was young then, but prone to such madness.
This week before first light, I put my favorite white coffee mug under the Keurig and came back to find the pot had malfunctioned, overfilled the cup and was pouring pale coffee all over the counter. I grabbed another cup to take the overflow and shoved it under the spout as I went to unplug Keurig. And found instead that I had put my favorite white mug upside-down under the spout.
White privilege, my a$$.
One morning I went to my Keurig, put in a pod, closed the lid, pushed the button and stood there watching the coffee drip out. I had the feeling that something was wrong but since I hadn’t had any coffee yet, couldn’t figure out what the problem was. Finally I realized that I had forgot to put my cup under the drip.