Tuesday, April 15, 2008
I treated myself to a large iced coffee with extra skim milk and no sugar on the way to work this morning. I only took a couple sips because I wanted to prolong the pleasure during my morning at work. (After all, America runs on Dunkin.) I pulled into the parking lot at work, early and feeling psyched about my day. Then, while I was balancing bags and locking the KGB wagon, it happened. The cup slipped through my fingers.
Genocide is tragedy. War is horrific. Poverty is miserable. But, spilled iced coffee is very, very sad.
Posted by Julie M. Baker at 9:11 AM