I found out after the fact, when I couldn’t do anything about it. Not that I didn’t have a choice: I could replace the pot, the only part that was actually broken, or just get a new coffee maker.
The most advanced feature on the old coffee maker was an on-off switch, so upgrading was a no-brainer. I’d never chosen one before, but I thought it would be a good idea to make a list of the features I wanted. That way, I could make sure the new one met my needs.
- Programmable auto-on
- Programmable auto-off
- Brew pause
- A brand I had heard of before (usually my mother’s standard)
But when I went to Wal-Mart to look for one, none of the choices they presented had everything. Still, the one I picked was much better than my old one.
I could set it to start brewing so I didn’t have to go downstairs first thing in the morning to flip the switch myself. It would automatically turn off after two hours—not as good as letting me set the shut-off time, but better than going off after a single hour when I still wasn’t done or staying on all day because I forgot to hit the button. It was the right size and had the brew pause option so I could pour a cup before it was done. I wasn’t familiar with the brand, but that wasn’t a huge sticking point with me.
The biggest disappointment was that it wasn’t pink, but it was pretty in its own way. Besides, it did the most important things, so I was happy with it. I expected to use it a while, probably taking it to my own kitchen when I finally moved out of my mother’s house.
The next morning, coffee slowly dripping into the pot, it was even prettier. I was pleased that I had made such a good, adult purchase.
But the morning after that, I went downstairs to an empty pot, despite having set it the night before. I pushed the brew button, toggled some switches, even unplugged it and plugged it back in. The clock still said the correct time but, no matter what I did, it would not give me any coffee.
I couldn’t do much about it at the time, so I went to work and left it alone. When I got home, I glanced over to see if there had been a delayed response.
Nope. Still nothing.
I’d had a miserable couple of days without my caffeine boost. I was perfectly willing to compromise on some features, but it didn’t do its most basic job—if the coffee maker didn’t actually make coffee, what was the point of it?
I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond that night ready to be picky. We had to special order it and I had to wait a few more days, but I got the pink one. It has all the features I listed. And, so far at least, it keeps making the coffee. Five pots so far to the last coffee maker’s one.
And it’s pretty damn delicious too.