I spent around 5 minutes looking for a little spoon to stir my coffee at work today - couldn't find one. I eventually decided to use my finger, which I managed by carefully dipping it in and twirling for no more than a couple of seconds at a time. It becomes a strange game where, if you time it right, you never end up burning your finger.
Anyway, by this point I noticed that my coffee was getting a little cold so I boiled the kettle again. Just as I was about to pour some hot water in I noticed that there wasn't much space left in my cup, so I thought it would be best to pour some out to make some room. So I went to the sink and poured a little out, only for some coffee to pour over the side of my cup.
Now, as I'm sure you are aware, this means that as soon as I set that cup down I was going to end up with a coffee ring on the table. No great, right? I grabbed some paper towels to clean it up to avoid such a coffee ring, and guess what I found? That's right; a little spoon. That very moment I remembered that I had gone to dry it earlier but was distracted by a phone ringing.
I guaran-bloody-tee that you all found that story more interesting than that first half.