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Seriously?!


This was one of those Monday mornings where I literally say out-loud, "Seriously?!"
I skipped the morning cardio due to Daylight Savings aftermath...ie too tired and too dark. I got up and through the a.m. routine (including a bowl of nutritious cranberry oatmeal...adding a dash of cinnamon makes all the difference!) I was out the door in under 30 minutes and only going to be about 10 minutes late for work instead of the usual 15-20.I have this buffer...I technically should arrive at 8:00, however there are rarely students there for morning tutoring before 8:30. So, you can see where the temptation to sleep a little longer comes into play. I decided it would be wise to use my "extra" time and last two $1 bills on an iced decaf from the coffee stand minutes from my house then headed to work, only 3 minutes away.

Blinker on, about to turn into school, I realized the delicious beverage had spilled from the bottom of the plastic cup...and onto my boob! This may have been salvageable except for the fact that I was wearing a white polo shirt! The quarter-sized spot was very obvious and impossible to get by junior highers. The blinker was no longer for turning left, it was for making a U-turn. I had to go back home and change my freakin shirt. Now I really had to utilize my half-hour of buffer.

I shared my fun story with two friends. My mistake, they were both male. The first response: "Man, now I'm gonna think about your boob all day!" The second: "I've never wanted to be coffee more in my life!" Men...so predictable, I shoulda seen that coming.

I left the entertaining Monday Morning sitch saying nothing more than...Seriously?!

Comments

Rowdy said…
i dont drink coffee. at all.
Ashlyn Carter said…
i've can vividly here that "seriously" now....its almost scary. :)

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