I was on the phone with a customer when my boss (one of the four) came in, and asked if I made coffee. I always make coffee, this is a given. Asking if I made coffee is foolish. I'm always the first one in, and I always make the coffee. If I didnt' make coffee, you would have to flee immediately, because obviously there was a pack of wild wolverines loose in the office.
He goes into the kitchen, and says "Oh, I wish I had a camera. The coffee is everywhere." Sure enough, the filter basket had popped out half way through the brew cycle, spewing hot water, coffee grounds, and a soupy mixture of the two all over the floor, cieling, wall, and counter.
There was still half a pot in the carafe. It was mostly unfiltered, mostly just hot-water and grounds mixed up.
I drank it.