If you have been reading my blog for very long, you know that I am prone to wardrobe crises at the most inopportune times. It's not uncommon for me to choose navy blue socks to wear with a black suit or accidentally leave my fly open before preaching. You get the picture.
The most common issue, however, is spillage. Today is a case in point. I was standing at the reception desk enjoying my mocha while waiting for a bunch of prospective students to arrive for a day-long campus visit. I was visiting with a colleague and while keeping eye contact with her, raised my cup to my lips without looking to be sure the hole in the lid was properly aligned with my mouth. You guessed it. Cafe Mocha all down the front of my crisp, clean shirt.
My colleague urged me to the bathroom to wash it out, while she cleaned up the coffee from the floor. As I was wisked away I cried out, "Does anyone have a Tide Stick?" Three women reached for their purses and proudly shoved their detergent pens into my hands. After about 5 minutes of rubbing the Tide into the round stain measuring about 5-in in diameter, and about 15 or 20 minutes for it to dry, you cannot tell that I spilled coffee on myself.
I have, however, had to smell coffee all day long. I like the smell of coffee a lot. It doesn't make a good cologne though.
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Three women had those sticks? Wow. Where have I been?
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