Spilled Coffee
Make some good coffee in a huge cup, and warm up an apple pie from McDonalds.
Set the good coffee in a huge cup precariously on a box.
While trying to drink the coffee without looking, fail and watch as hot good coffee no longer in a huge cup spill all over your pants, floor and barley missing the three latops that you are sitting next to.
The high point of my day and the lowest point of my day in one fell swoop.
I know that they say that you shouldn't cry over spilled milk but a great sadness falls over you when you very stupidly spill perfectly good coffee.
Now left with a huge coffee smelling mess, inspecting the laptops for any damage and looking sadly at the loney warm apple pie from McDonalds.
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