There are few things more horrifying than waking up to hear, 'we're out of coffee'.
This last winter, Tucson actually got snow. I know, I know, the impossible. The apocalypse. But it really did snow-proper snow, like in a Christmas movie. That was bad. But being out of coffee is worse.
Imagine, if you will, stumbling over to the coffee pot, reaching for your mug, and picking up the pot. The pot is mysteriously light. You don't care, you're half-asleep. So you go to pour yourself a cup of deliciousness...and there's no sound. No coffee is coming out of the pot. And then someone tells you, 'yeah, we're out of coffee'.
That's when you drop to your knees, raise your hands to the ceiling, and let out a really big "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" If you can find the energy, anyway.
I think I'll take the snow over that scenario.