| Reid Harris Cooper ( @ 2008-05-16 14:52:00 |
Man am I a klutz
I go to bring my Soup At Hand to my mouth. The lid is somehow not secured. The soup spills down on to my lip and burns it, then on to my shirt and also a bit on the floor and the wall.
I walk back to my cubicle to grab paper toweling to clean up the mess and proceed to slam my right shoulder into my cubicle as I enter it. The cubicle is poorly designs, so My shoulder also starts pulling away the plastic and I get scratched up the side of my arm.
If it wasn't for talking to my Princess and feeling much bliss I'd think the gods were conspiring against me.
They might still be... but if that's the best they can do, I can deal.
Either that or I'm just a freaking super clumsy person who can't be trusted with a can of hot soup and a faulty cubicle.
I go to bring my Soup At Hand to my mouth. The lid is somehow not secured. The soup spills down on to my lip and burns it, then on to my shirt and also a bit on the floor and the wall.
I walk back to my cubicle to grab paper toweling to clean up the mess and proceed to slam my right shoulder into my cubicle as I enter it. The cubicle is poorly designs, so My shoulder also starts pulling away the plastic and I get scratched up the side of my arm.
If it wasn't for talking to my Princess and feeling much bliss I'd think the gods were conspiring against me.
They might still be... but if that's the best they can do, I can deal.
Either that or I'm just a freaking super clumsy person who can't be trusted with a can of hot soup and a faulty cubicle.