[Listen to Asha read this story]
It was only 5am and Swamiji was already dressed and ready to go to the airport to catch an early plane to Europe. With my new espresso machine, I was making him a cappuccino.
I was in a hurry and started to remove the container full of used coffee grounds before the steam had dissipated. Swamiji, who had more experience with these kinds of machines, said, “Better not...”
At that moment, the pressure from the suddenly released steam blew the container off the machine, and launched a soggy projectile of hot coffee grounds that hit Swamiji squarely on the chest.
He didn’t even flinch, just calmly finished his sentence.
“...do that,” he said, without missing a beat.
Cheerfully, then, he gave me the shirt off his back. I quickly washed, dried, and ironed it, and we still made it to the airport in time.