But only if you are the insensitive lout who is taking the last cup out of the coffee pots in the breakroom and not setting them up to brew more.
Let’s be clear: it could not be easier to make the frickin’ coffee. The machine is already plumbed to provide the water. You just pull out the basket, empty the old grounds into the trash (careful! don’t drip on the floor, ‘cuz that’s a slipping hazard!) and then put a filter in the now-empty basket and then open a pre-measured bag, dump it in the basket, put the basket in the machine, then (and here’s the hard part) turn the blessed thing on.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
The way I figure it, you’re getting the same circles of hell as these folks (courtesy of Dante) reserved for you:
Lust (because let’s face it: love, even for coffee, will make a person do strange things)
Gluttony (do I have to spell it out for you?)
Greed (you are thinking, quite literally, as you waltz out with your ill-gotten gains, “I’ve got mine, Jack!”)
Anger and Violence (you’re certainly driving me to these, so you’re to blame)
Fraud (those pots look the same when they’re full as when they’re empty, and you know it)
Treachery (the saying really was, “Et tu, Brewte?”)
And if I sound irked, well, that’s because I am. If nothing else, I guess I always figured that there’d be a certain honor among addicts. You too, Mr. (or Ms.) Insensitive Lout, know the anguish of heading in, waving your coffee cup under the spout, and depressing the lever only to hear the agonizing sputter of the dregs of an earlier vision of inspiration and energy.
So you’ve felt the fury and the frustration we’ve felt as you realize that some oafish person, a person you have sat across from in meetings or collaborated with on projects and never realized that they were the kind of person who would just take the last cup and then sneak out without setting up another pot to brew and leaving their beleaguered coworkers to suffer the throes of withdrawal, did just exactly that.
WHAT KIND OF PERSON DOES THAT?
Your kind, apparently.
© E.S. Evans 2010
Mom, Interrupted 
My hubby made a copy of this post and is hanging it up in the break room at his office. At the bottom he added, “TAKING THE LAST CUP OF COFFEE WITHOUT STARTING A NEW POT IS GROUNDS FOR TERMINATION.”
My hero. I suggested surveillance cameras (or making people believe there were cameras) but HR shot me down.
Of course, I *work* in HR, so I should know better. But still…
Mmmmmm… that coveted last cup! It just tastes better.
As one of the people that often replenishes the coffee supply, I can only Imagine that the person who took the last cup was late for a meeting, or so blinded by their need for caffeine that they failed to notice they took the last cup. Most of the time I just swear under my breath and wish them bad karma, though. What can I say? I love coffee…