I must invent a thermos. With a warning light. And a klaxon.
Why? So I don’t leave it filled with coffee and warm delicous goodness at the wrong end of an hour long commute.
Where the inane meets the mundane
I must invent a thermos. With a warning light. And a klaxon.
Why? So I don’t leave it filled with coffee and warm delicous goodness at the wrong end of an hour long commute.