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Fate really is a b -- er...*birch*
Mar. 16th, 2005 05:14 pmWhen I woke up this morning, I wasn't expecting to spend part of the say as a human-sized Cappuccino Cooler.
So it's about 50 degrees here today, right? It is, in fact, the nicest day we've had in several weeks. The sun is shining, the clouds are drifting in a carefree, fluffy sort of way, and most importantly, the breeze does not make you grit your teeth and curse whatever force made you forget your gloves that morning.
In short, it's the perfect day to blow off work and get some ice cream.
Well, despite my co-worker's suspiciously adamant encouragement, I didn't blow off work. I did offer to do an office ice cream run, however. Wyatt was suprisingly amenable to the idea, so I went over to Ben & Jerry's and picked up something for Mary, Wyatt, and myself. The thing I got Mary was a "Dublin O'Chillo" - basically a coffee smoothie with Irish Creme syrup. (YUM.) However, it appears Ben and Jerry were skimping on the funding of the plastic tops for their delectable drink creations, and this one in particular was determined to be as flimsy and precariously sealed as its engineering would allow. Which is to say, extremely.
It was no great feat getting all of it back to my car, but once in my car, an unexpected difficulty arose. Where to put the coffee concoction? I didn't have any free cupholders, so I attempted to empty one out.
This, as it turns out, was a mistake.
The Poorly-Constructed Top of Doom chose that moment to release its tenous hold on the cup's plastic rim and fly free. The contents of the cup followed suit, although it was more of a flow free situation. And my goodness, how it flowed.
All. Over. My. Car.
Not to mention me.
It oozed on and between the seats. It seeped into the seatbelt buckle. It took up gooey residence in the cupholders. It saturated the floormats to capacity. It became good friends with my jacket and jeans. It even managed to defy gravity and splatter in my hair.
Really, I never realized just how much of that stuff they can fit into a 12 oz. cup.
I was not a happy camper.
Mary wouldn't be either, it being her drink, after all.
Now, I realize that in the grand scheme of things, this is not a big deal. It happened at a time when I can actually (thankfully) afford to have my car cleaned, and when I can probably find the time to go and get it cleaned. It didn't hurt anyone. It didn't happen while I was in traffic. It didn't get in my shoes.
And, most importantly, I was laughing about it by the time I got back to school with the remaining goodies.
But I've learned a lesson from this: if one has the opportunity to run off-campus during the work day, and Wyatt doesn't object, Fate is about to have a little fun, and it is advisable not to tempt Her.
Now, all I have to do tomorrow is get the bloody thing cleaned up and pay that parking ticket.
Oh, I didn't mention the parking ticket?
... How 'bout we save that for another day, hmm?
So it's about 50 degrees here today, right? It is, in fact, the nicest day we've had in several weeks. The sun is shining, the clouds are drifting in a carefree, fluffy sort of way, and most importantly, the breeze does not make you grit your teeth and curse whatever force made you forget your gloves that morning.
In short, it's the perfect day to blow off work and get some ice cream.
Well, despite my co-worker's suspiciously adamant encouragement, I didn't blow off work. I did offer to do an office ice cream run, however. Wyatt was suprisingly amenable to the idea, so I went over to Ben & Jerry's and picked up something for Mary, Wyatt, and myself. The thing I got Mary was a "Dublin O'Chillo" - basically a coffee smoothie with Irish Creme syrup. (YUM.) However, it appears Ben and Jerry were skimping on the funding of the plastic tops for their delectable drink creations, and this one in particular was determined to be as flimsy and precariously sealed as its engineering would allow. Which is to say, extremely.
It was no great feat getting all of it back to my car, but once in my car, an unexpected difficulty arose. Where to put the coffee concoction? I didn't have any free cupholders, so I attempted to empty one out.
This, as it turns out, was a mistake.
The Poorly-Constructed Top of Doom chose that moment to release its tenous hold on the cup's plastic rim and fly free. The contents of the cup followed suit, although it was more of a flow free situation. And my goodness, how it flowed.
All. Over. My. Car.
Not to mention me.
It oozed on and between the seats. It seeped into the seatbelt buckle. It took up gooey residence in the cupholders. It saturated the floormats to capacity. It became good friends with my jacket and jeans. It even managed to defy gravity and splatter in my hair.
Really, I never realized just how much of that stuff they can fit into a 12 oz. cup.
I was not a happy camper.
Mary wouldn't be either, it being her drink, after all.
Now, I realize that in the grand scheme of things, this is not a big deal. It happened at a time when I can actually (thankfully) afford to have my car cleaned, and when I can probably find the time to go and get it cleaned. It didn't hurt anyone. It didn't happen while I was in traffic. It didn't get in my shoes.
And, most importantly, I was laughing about it by the time I got back to school with the remaining goodies.
But I've learned a lesson from this: if one has the opportunity to run off-campus during the work day, and Wyatt doesn't object, Fate is about to have a little fun, and it is advisable not to tempt Her.
Now, all I have to do tomorrow is get the bloody thing cleaned up and pay that parking ticket.
Oh, I didn't mention the parking ticket?
... How 'bout we save that for another day, hmm?
