Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Glass story One

So last night at trivia we were all having a grand old time, hanging out, sucking at trivia, drinking a few beers. I'm holding my 75% full glass in my left hand about 1.5 inches off the table, when all of a sudden, my grip loosens, and the glass slips and hits the table. Now, usually when things hit tables from a few inches away, nothing happens. Maybe the glass tips over and some sloshes out, right? Worst case the whole things falls over and you lose your beer. NO. Instead, the glass COMPLETELY SHATTERS, spewing beer and tiny shards of glass in every direction. No, not even every direction, in fact, most of it landed on Frances, the one person in our group who hadn't had a single beer all night and who now is soaked head to toe in it and smells like a drunk. After picking the bits of glass out of our hands and gathering napkins to clean up the mess, I hang my head in shame and mutter to myself...

wah wah...

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