I am a coffee mug. You might wonder, dear reader, what on earth would a coffee mug have to say. But by the time I finish this piece, you will find yourself sympathizing with the hard and often perilous life that a porcelain coffee mug might have.
To start with, people almost always insensitively use me for holding scalding hot coffee. Helloa, I am made of porcelain – why can’t you use a steel tumbler instead? He is sleeping undisturbed in your cupboard. This is almost always followed up with a dip in ice cold water. How do these morons think cracks are formed in mugs like me?
The guy who calls himself my owner often insensitively plonks his show-off glasses like now. The smart-alec can’t stop flaunting his sun twinkles at passers-by. To add insult to injury, I just saw myself reflected in the window-pane and saw that ninny teapot painted on my side.
Isn’t this not enough to drive you insane?
Thanks to the amazing Priceless Joy for the challenge and Shivam for the photo prompt.
Not to mention that you are rarely washed and have a build up of coffee stains on your interior.
Haha. Well, Coppy doesn’t like being washed. Thanks for writing in.
If Coppy’s owner has a significant other, it will get washed.
That’s exactly what Coppy is scared of! Cheers.
The poor life of the simple coffee mug. Nicely done 🙂
Simple Coffee mug who simply can’t resist flaunting his sorrows 🙂 Thanks Iain for stopping by. Appreciate it
Hahahaha! Cute story! The life of a coffee mug!
Thanks Joy!
Coppy, dude I <3 you and your attitude 😉
Coppy takes off his hat errr 🕶 to you. Thanks Sheena for writing in.
It’s such a hard life! Excellent
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Thanks for stopping by. Hope you enjoyed it.
Lovely take. Well crafted.
Thanks Yarnspinnerr. Glad you like it.