Seriously. After a night of sleeping on a chair, being woken every two hours so your wife can pump or pee or drink or whatever (she has pain killer / downers - you don't). . . . it's 4:30 am and you know you will never get back to sleep but nothing is open yet . . .
The site of this machine brewing you a cup of $1 coffee brings tears to your eyes.
And then you buy a second.
And a third.
And then wonder how you are going to carry three cups of life-sustaining nectar up to the hospital room before your wife FREAKS OUT!
Best to gulp.
After all, you are in a hospital . . .
If they need to do a skin-graft inside your windpipe, you are in the right place . . .
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