monogodo

Last night, as usual, Cynthia and I were eating dinner in front of the TV. I'd just sat down and pulled my TV tray closer to me, when I realized that we needed salt for our corn. I moved the tray away, and started go get up. As I did so, my foot bumped the tray, causing my full pint glass of iced tea to fall over, dumping out all over the wood floor.

Fast forward to today.

I'm sitting at my desk, surfing the internet because the warehouse driver has his head up his ass and forgot to deliver paper that I requested for this morning, so I have nothing to do 'til he gets here. I have a bottle of Black Cherry Vanilla Coke in front of me, open. A customer called, and I had to reach for something, and knocked the bottle over, spilling Coke on the desktop and the keyboard.

And I have to pee and there's no one to cover the shop if I leave.