Last weekend I walked by Chatime,
and there was a line out the door. ‘Ooo, popular place!’ I thought to myself.
I’m not one to wait in line, so I passed on by. The next day when I walked by,
there was only one person in the shop, so I entered and selected chocolate milk
tea.
Now in Australia, they have these ingenious devices that put
a plastic seal on your smoothie or juice cup,
and you get a straw with a pointy end, like Capri Sun, to stab into the drink. I
punctured the top and took one delicious sip. Then I walked to the corner to
cross the street.
Taking another sip, I began to cross but caught my toe on
the tram rail. My beverage sprang from my hand and shattered on the ground. I
thought I had caught myself and wasn't going to fall, but alas, I had not. In what seemed like slow
motion, I fell directly onto the puddle of delightful drink, covering my entire
left side.
Some guy asked if I was ok, very concernicus. “Yes, thank
you.” I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as I walked away.
