Lately, I've been making a dent in our couch when I'm not working. My lazy behind has had very little motivation to do much of anything on my days off. I finally went grocery shopping last Sunday.. at Costco.. I probably bought more than I should have, but I didn't have a whole lot of food left. There are only so many things I can mix with quinoa before I just get plain bored. So, I finally got my butt off the couch and went grocery shopping. I still haven't bought milk.. Costco doesn't sell my Almond milk, and while our local grocery store is a mere 1.5 miles from my house, I still have yet to buy that milk. I miss cereal.
Anyway. It's Wednesday. It's my day off. I decided I did not want to do any errands today. Surprising? No, not really. If you knew me, you'd probably be saying... that's about right. I did clean my room a bit. Cleaned the bathroom a bit. Then I decided instead of making another dent in the couch with my rear end, that I would make a new dent in one of the chair/couch things at Starbucks. Something about coffee houses that make me want to blog. Also, the pleasant classical music makes me pensive.
Starbucks is getting crowded. This one gentleman asked to share my table and rest his coffee on it while he enjoyed a book. Honestly, I have no clue what he really said, I have headphones on, but I assumed he was asking to use the chair... either that or maybe he was asking if the chair was clean... or if I was selling the chair... or if his imaginary friend could use it... the possibilities are endless. There are so many i's in the word possibilities. I really need to focus on my screen when I'm typing it to make sure I got all the i's. Anywho.
We are sharing the table. I'm thinking... "oh perfect, this fine gentleman can watch my laptop while I use the restroom". He looked confused when I was getting up, and I told him I was just running to the restroom. I start getting up, my foot slips on the bottom of the table, and it slides forward. His coffee doesn't have the lid on.
Let me stop and say that my boyfriend often refers to me as the proverbial bull in a china shop. I'd say that phrase is pretty accurate to describe me. I'm a plain klutz. Sunday, I dropped his phone on the floor. Then, a few minutes later, I dropped my phone and accidentally kicked it across the floor. Same day, I smacked over a cup of water at his place onto the floor. Tuesday, getting out of my car, I dropped my phone on the ground at Wawa [the 7/11 of the east coast]. My poor phone has a crack in the case. THANKFULLY, it's only on the case. Meli, you have an iPhone now. It's not like your indestructible blackberry.
So, the coffee spills all over the table. Nice Meli. Earlier, I did that to myself when I was first sitting down at the table. And I thought to myself.. "man that would have sucked if my lid to my tea wasn't on." Thankfully, only a bit splashed on his jacket, and most of it stayed on the table. I ran to get napkins and was apologizing profusely. He was a nice man and didn't comment much on it. So I went and did my business in the restroom. Upon my return, he grabbed hold of his coffee and took it off the table. "I'm going to hold onto this while you do your dance to sit back down." Glad he had a sense of humor.
Look, they even have a board game for people like me. I need to learn how to be a butterfly in a china shop. Butterflies don't break things.
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