On my way into the office I usually stop off and buy a coffee, and every once in a while I'll swing by the bakery to grab something if I didn't get a chance to have breakfast at home. Even though I'm trying to stay on the path of righteousness and rectitude, this morning was a bakery trip morning. I know, I know. Sheesh.
Anyhoo. Moments after wandering into the bakery, I put my coffee on the counter but I misjudged the distance somehow (elderly confusion, I think) and my coffee ended up all over their nice black & white tiled floor. I was mightily embarassed. I get all English embarassed, you know? Not just regular embarassed but all can I mop that for you?, here let me pay for a new floor or at least give you the entire contents of my wallet, I could stop by the ATM too, and I'm a big 'mo but otherwise I'd offer to give you my first child in compensation...
Mortified. In fact so embarassed that given that I was the only one in the bakery, and there were no staff at the counter when it happened, for a brief and unconscionable moment I considered just fleeing. I know, bad right? But I didn't.
I just bought the most expensive danish they had.
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Oh...Sweets for the sweet!
What a way to start your day. Not ominous or portentous in any way...
So how was the Danish?
Thombeau, I've just spent an hour troubleshooting a recalcitrant fax machine and manager (both). I'm the go-to guy for anything technical around these parts. So maybe the day is destined to be hateful after all? :)
Edna, sex between two layers of pastry. Really, really GOOD sex.
It's like the Shadow People. Recently I have had moments with Shadow Countertops and Shadow Tables.
You look down, there's a fine surface for your mug of coffee. You go and put it down and all of a sudden it's in mid-air. The solid surface is now a foot away from where it was a second ago.
Kenyo, it's like you are your own Twilight Zone episode. Spooky.
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