Let’s see if you, good reader, can realize my mistake before I did.
Last night, after a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of progresso tomato soup, I decided to venture upstairs to do a little work before bed. I’ve chosen to learn Microsoft Project for work, so I’m spending an hour a day going through a book to become the ultimate pro. It’s pretty fun actually. I enjoy learning new software.
Obviously, before hunkering down for education, I needed some chocolate. Conveniently, I had just the right thing. At a recent HoR party, Vivienne made a blissful pot of hot cocoa for everyone and there was a bit left. I heated up a short glass carefully in the microwave. Stirring and temperature testing interspersed with six or so 15 second bursts at power level 5 did the job. Topping it with a homemade marshmallow, I had the perfect cup of delicious.
I grabbed my briefcase with my right hand and, with my left, balanced the mug of cocoa on top of my book and then balanced that on top of my laptop and raised it aloft like a dinner tray. I went upstairs, opened my bedroom door with my briefcase hand, and then, in the process of leaning over to put down my briefcase I dumped my cocoa everywhere.
Dumped isn’t the right word. Launched? no. Catapulted? not quite. Trebucheted? Perfect. It’s not a word, and officially there was no trebuchet involved, but it might be the only verb to properly communicate the transfer of potential energy to the now wildly spiraling mug projectile.
The hot chocolate trebucheted through the air. I swear it happened in slow motion. The glass careening across the room amidst my pitifully helpless cry. The liquid splaying out like fireworks of cocoa and half melted mallow. The glass crashed across the floor in a carnival of chocolate ruin.
It got EVERYWHERE. Door, bed, floor, mirror, shoes, shoe cleaning kit, robe, rug, bureau, walls, books*, laptop, desk, briefcase, arms, freshly dry-cleaned clothes… everywhere.
A half-gallon of carpet cleaner, an industrial roll of papertowels, laundry, and a new trip to the dry cleaner and my room is slowly returning to its previous state.
Did you see my error? Clearly, if I had taken the briefcase in my left hand and balanced the laptop, book, and cocoa in my dominant right hand – I probably would have been fine. Ugh. So dumb.
*Shaun L. I may or may not have permanently stained your MS Project book with hot chocolate.