As sometimes happens, I had 2 meetings scheduled for the same day, same time. One was one I had initiated, so I felt kinda obligated to be there. After about an hour of hashing out why this kid wasn't progressing as he should, I shifted gears and headed to the other meeting...just in time to watch everyone scrape back their chairs and begin to disperse. Oops, but such is life.
I was told by the VP that there were plenty of snacks still and I should grab some up. Never one to pass up food of course, I grabbed a water and a cookie, and stuck 2 foil wrapped pieces of dark chocolate in the pocket of my Bermudas. I proceeded to chat with some of the remaining teachers, head back to my office to gather up my stuff, and then motor over to my mom's to mooch dinner. Again. (Shut up)
After dinner, I sat on the couch, read, wrestled with my mom's (ugly) dog, and caught some tube. Upon my departure, I needed to fuel up, so I stopped at the quickie mart. While waiting at the pump, I dropped my keys into my pocket and pulled out a hand that is covered in a sticky, dark brown substance.
WTF?! Did I have...did I have poop in my pocket?
I (very) hesitantly put my hand back in my pocket to salvage my keys, when I brushed against a piece of foil. Something clicked into place and I realized...I never ate my dark chocolate from earlier!
So now, I not only have dark brown sticky stuff all over my hand, under my nails and all over my keys, but I forgot to eat my chocolate?!
WTF, indeed.
5 scratchy, blue, gas station towels later, I have de-(psuedo) pooped my hands and keys, as well as thrown out my beloved dark chocolate.
In the meantime, I came home to inspect the damage. All I can say is at least it's just the pocket, because I've only worn these twice!
I was told by the VP that there were plenty of snacks still and I should grab some up. Never one to pass up food of course, I grabbed a water and a cookie, and stuck 2 foil wrapped pieces of dark chocolate in the pocket of my Bermudas. I proceeded to chat with some of the remaining teachers, head back to my office to gather up my stuff, and then motor over to my mom's to mooch dinner. Again. (Shut up)
After dinner, I sat on the couch, read, wrestled with my mom's (ugly) dog, and caught some tube. Upon my departure, I needed to fuel up, so I stopped at the quickie mart. While waiting at the pump, I dropped my keys into my pocket and pulled out a hand that is covered in a sticky, dark brown substance.
WTF?! Did I have...did I have poop in my pocket?
I (very) hesitantly put my hand back in my pocket to salvage my keys, when I brushed against a piece of foil. Something clicked into place and I realized...I never ate my dark chocolate from earlier!
So now, I not only have dark brown sticky stuff all over my hand, under my nails and all over my keys, but I forgot to eat my chocolate?!
WTF, indeed.
5 scratchy, blue, gas station towels later, I have de-(psuedo) pooped my hands and keys, as well as thrown out my beloved dark chocolate.
In the meantime, I came home to inspect the damage. All I can say is at least it's just the pocket, because I've only worn these twice!
1 comment:
It's nice to know that it's just not me who has these strange occurrences happen to them. But this one really is funny!
And c'mon like you wouldn't want to go shopping if the shorts were indeed ruined. :)
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