I, a pour-over purist, moved in with my keurig-slut of a partner. There were cockroaches in the building but we managed them alright. Didn’t see many.

Of course I was secretly pilfering his pods when he wasn’t around. It was just so goddamn convenient.

I went to make a cup when I discovered two roaches in the water tank. It was my second coffee that morning.

I tried to clean it out to find the inside already populated with six generations of cockroaches.

I converted him to pour-over, because the machine was gone when he came home from work. I spared him that, at least.