Today after church Nathan and I took two friends out to lunch using a gift card we had. Shortly after we placed our orders, Nathan put his arm around me, and somehow in the process managed to spill a full glass of diet coke into my lap. And onto my wool coat. And into my purse. We laughed and mopped things up the best we could with napkins, but my pants were quite wet. Our food arrived, and Amybeth wanted to share her asparagus with me. As she transferred it from her plate to mine using her fork and knife, she accidentally flipped four of the five buttery stalks right onto my sweater. And only minutes later, Nathan dropped his sauce-drenched steak knife, and it trailed down my sweater sleeve before coming to rest on my lap.
I wonder if there are any dry cleaners open on Christmas Eve?
The moral of the story: Don't dine with clumsy friends!
I know a few people who would sympathize with you... because they have dined with me! Most of the time I spill on myself, but I did recently dump a pitcher of water on a friend's purse (zipped tight and minimal damage, thankfully).ReplyDelete