One of those mornings

Irrefutable proof that I'm the spazz everyone has always suspected.

For the last five weeks I've driven to work every day, and every day I've passed at least 4 Starbucks locations, and every morning I've thought to myself, "I'm gonna stop tomorrow."

Well, today was my very first stop. The last day of work, and I figured I deserved it. I got myself a tall mochaccino with whipped cream, at exactly $3.10, and just seeing them fill the cup I was already drooling. I LOVE MOCHACCINOS.

Picture me walking out to my car. Ford Taurus Station Wagon, hottest car ever, in case you wanted to know (and, incidentally, the least likely car in America to be stolen!). Of course I'm on top of the world, because I've finally gotten a coffee on my way to work. And I open the door, and I have no idea how it happens.... the mochaccino leaps out of my hand, splat into the driver seat.

THIS SUCKED.

So I rolled up the seat, and licked up all the bits of coffee that had landed on the passenger seat, and salvaged what I could of the mochaccino (which, happily, was a whole 3/4 of the cup!).... And then I drove to work, where I dragged my seat cover into the prep room, scrubbed it off in the sink, and hung it up to dry where I'd hung my pants the day before. I'm totally living it green at work! Rock on, me.

posted by Holly @ 4:48 PM