Pretty craptastic weekend I just had. Who knew I would be so happy for Monday. Suffice it to say, it was not fun. I'll spare you the details, but I'll sum it up for you. On my drive back to Columbus last night, I stopped to get something to drink at a drive-thru. As the worker handed my drink to me (a large, mind you), the bottom of the cup gave way and I ended up with iced tea and ice all over me. My shirt and pants were soaked, as was my seat. Good times. I just sat there, looking at myself, cracking up. Because really, at that point, it was either laugh or cry. And if I cried, I probably would have ended up at a real drive-thru for some type of adult beverage. And that would have ended badly, I can assume.
The poor girl at the window was mortified! I'm sure she thought I was going to yell at her, but it wasn't her fault. In her defense, she did offer to give me extra napkins. That was a fun drive home, I tell you. Serves me right. Clearly fate was out to get me.
Ever have a bad-luck moment? Or, in my case, a bad-luck weekend? I need a get-away from my get-away.
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HUGS! I would have been so mortified. But laughing cures it all right? It could be worse.
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