i sit in my office bleeding , hemorrhaging , while i watch you wander back and forth drinking my coffee in 672 of my foam cups so that twenty minutes later you can squirt what 's left of my coffee into one of my three toilets , then wash your hands with my water , dry your hands with my paper towels and then march around with your brain cells jumping with my caffeine to find some other lost soul to tell some joke that has just come back to you after sitting on a dusty shelf in the mudroom of your mind for twenty years .