Neurosurgeon: "Ah shit. I really needed some, too."
Neurologist: "I don't think they come in on weekends to fix it, either."
Pulmonologist: "They don't. We're fucked."
Cardiologist: "Maybe we can do something..." (Opens front of machine).
Neurologist: "Wow, what a mess."
Neurosurgeon: "I think this thing that fell over holds the used grounds."
Neurologist: "Yeah." (dumps grounds in trash, rinses holder in sink, puts it back in machine).
Pulmonologist: "It's still not working."
Neurosurgeon: "Let me see... Here, look. The part that feeds the filter paper roll got doubled up and twisted. It's stuck."
Neurologist: "Hang on..." (pulls out filter paper roll) "Ah, okay, looks like it wasn't put in correctly. Let me turn it around and toss the jammed paper."
Machine starts gurgling.
Pulmonologist: "It's working! Yay! Coffee!"
(All get coffee)
Cardiologist: "That's amazing."
Neurosurgeon: "The coffee gadget?"
Cardiologist: "No. For the first time in medical history it was a neurosurgeon who made the correct diagnosis, and a neurologist who fixed it."
The pulmonologist blew her coffee all over the bagels.