Spill

Okay, so it happened again today.  I put on a white shirt to come to work and by 5:30 a.m.  I had already spilled coffee on it. Spilled is the wrong word, more like dribbled coffee on it. I have been wearing clothes for most of my 50 years.  Almost ...

This morning, I woke at my normal time around 3:30 a.m., got myself dressed and headed to work.  On my way, I decided I needed a cold drink and not coffee.  So I went through the drive-thru and got a soda. The girl handed my my drink and *BANG,* off popped the lid.