Happyautomat

When Li faded into the boarding gate at the airport yesterday, I felt myself sentimental upon the fact that people come and people go, that time flies so fast, and so on so forth.
This, I believe, is a sign of aging.
In order to keep a young heart, I decide to try something new.
I'm not a coffee lover and normally would not spare even a glance to a Kaffeeautomat. However, yesterday evening I went home excitedly with a automatic coffee maker. "You buy it for its discount?" was the question. No, shopping for discount is not a sensible deed.
Yet it seems even more insane to buy for no reason.
Because I need a water boiler, because the rice cooker is not adequate for tee, because...I can find many explanations but they are not really the cause.
I think it's the syndrome of vacation that urges me to find some excitement quickly and the unfortunate Kaffeeautomat become the victim.
So what? I'm going to cook happiness with it and that's all. Who cares?