I spent yesterday afternoon trying to replace the glass carafe of the Krups coffeemaker here at the SF house. I’m anti Krups to begin with as the Krups family dates back to some serious Nazi involvement but that said, I went out in search of the glass carafe while T was napping.
I drove to the Vargas mall and have to say I was appalled by the attitude of the local old people. One white haired woman cut me off and took the parking place that I had been waiting for, for a good five minutes. I rolled down my window and asked if she had noticed that I was there and she mumbled something like you looked like you were waiting for another one – I looked around but there was no other one. As I moved ahead and found another spot, I noticed a white haired man hunched behind the steering wheel aggressively cutting off another patient parking space hopeful – and thought what goes on here in the retirement community of old Santa Fe – does everyone feel entitled past a certain age?
I went inside the desolate mall and had a feeling of deja vu – here I was again, shopping for something I had already had just hours ago – the nice woman at Las Cosas gave me a number to call where a company could replace the carafe in 24 hours – SCORED, I thought as I got back in the car carefully watching for rogue white hair drivers.
Back at the house, T’s still napping, I couldn’t find the model number on the pot and the phone number said they were closed till tomorrow. Then I went online and searched their site and didn’t see this particular model so I became anxious – no coffee for T in the morning, no coffee pot for the homeowners. I knew I wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy myself until the coffee pot was replaced. Sigh.
I jumped back in the car and drove to the mall again and bought a brand new Krups coffee maker just like the one that is here. As I was carrying it out to the car, I walked along the periphery of the lot, again worried about the drivers, and as I drove back to the house, the crystal clear air, bright blue sky above me, all I could say to myself is “sometimes I really dislike being me.”