On the drive to work this morning, I struggled with a drink and ended up splashing some of it on my lap, staining my skirt. Drat! I mulled over the event, and it occurred to me that what’s amusing about this, is what the drink is.
Some might think, “A drink. That means alcohol.” I don’t drink and drive!
“She’s an American, driving to work in the morning. Her drink is Starbucks coffee.” Nope, not coffee!
“She’s Chinese. Maybe it’s a box of Vitasoy or other soy milk.” Nope.
“Tea?” In the morning? Ew.
“Water.” Well, then, it wouldn’t stain.
“Soda?” Quit that years ago, haven’t caved yet.
“Duh. It’s obviously fruit juice, like OJ or something.” That would mean I’d have to go grocery shopping to have fresh juice.
Nope, what I spilled, struggling with the pull-tab opening while driving this morning, was a boxed drink of Premiere Protein shake. In chocolate. Cuz I’m feminine like that.