Friday, after a long week of work and another sucessful delivery, I met Presley and Tbone at the Sunset.
…where I knocked over a pint of Carlsberg on the table.
Saturday, I visited Presley at the diner, and reached for the paper.
…where I knocked my iced coffee into my lap.
Today, Monday, I came to work and grabbed a bagel and coffee.
…and, somehow when I reached for the doorknob, I dropped the coffee on the floor where it went all over the place.
Response from Presley:
ooooo baby. you need a sippy cup…
If you’d ask any of my friends, they’d quickly perform a parody of my extreme clumsiness around liquids.
Just a phase of spillage which should come to a end soon. The question is how soon?
Well, I’m free tonight. That is, if stopping tonight would be convenient.