Wasted Hope

I bring an old, beat-up 32 oz. Stanley thermos with me to work everyday. It's filled with my favorite coffee.

Everyday just before departing for home, I pick up the the thermos and give it a good shake in the hope there's some coffee left in there. Just a swig. One small swig to fortify me for the trip home.

There is never any coffee left.

You'd think I'd learn.
K-