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Thursday, March 31, 2005 I Couldn't Have Done This If I Tried This morning I was making my lunch on the counter next to the stove. I open the cabinet directly above me to retrieve a can of V8. I do this just about every morning. With my left hand I open the door, with my right I grab the can and close the cabinet. I do this all the freaking time. But today, I'm moving fractionally faster. The corner edge of the cabinet door smacks the can. Not hard either. But it's exactly the right angle, exactly the right amount of force, exactly the weakest part of the can and the can erupts from the precision cut. V8 goes screaming across the counter, the wall, the stove. It takes a second to realize what's happening, because it's not normally part of the routine. I swear and turn a bit, the can still whizzing across the stove and I clamp my hand over the hole. Tine comes rushing over and gives that defeated oh-no sound. I dump the can into the sink and wash it off me and then clear away all the items from the counter to clean it up. The only plus is that V8 is a thick, slow moving liquid and it's landed on the tiles that line half of the kitchen so cleaning up isn't as bad as it could have been. Still, not exactly how you want to start your day. In other news, I gave up on the whole Old Skool Meeting idea. I caved and we're back at the Macaroni Grill tonight. *Sigh* I wonder if anyone would be willing to have a weekend meeting at someone's house? posted by Evil Wayne | 12:00 PM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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