Murphy: Smells Like OLD Coffee
Really did it this time. Moving too fast….loading briefcase quickly….hand grazes the edge of top heavy coffee mug….mug is full….coffee spills….lands in briefcase…Murphy spews unintelligible words, and several choice very clear words.
Just one of those moments that makes you ask “Why?” about 15 times before you realize, IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT.
But before you come to peace with it, you mentally hit yourself with the questions… If I had only moved a little slower, not been distracted, or whatever. Just that strange little self torture ritual you go through when something like this happens.
Fortunately it didn’t hit the laptop ( as you can tell, I am typing without missing letters . It did get my glucometer, a few papers, and most of the back pouch.
Now I’m smelling like coffee wherever I go….and not the fresh roasted kind either. The kind that smells like it was spilled.