It was 3 o'clock on gloomy Monday when I decided to take a stroll outside with my sister from another (albeit shorter) mister, Brittani. We hit up Starbucks despite the money and calorie fairy advising me to do otherwise. Additionally I had a meeting in ten minutes so time was of the essence...Things quickly went awry as God started working his evil black magic through the barristas. Suddenly they are shouting out that my trusty sidekick and I ordered teas instead of the oh-so-indulgent peppermint mocha twist. After we corrected them of their blatant error we had to wait for them to re-do the orders. Then they screwed up the whipped cream order and gave Britt nothing and me that blasted topping - so there were issues there. Once we had it sorted out we were back on our way...
T-minus 2 minutes to get back to the office. Oh shit, I'm going down in a blaze of glory. I picked up my speed and took advantage of my long legs (extra long with some rockin' heels on today). I was at full stride and near my destination when BLOODY HELL I lost my footing and my delicious peppermint mocha twist erupted in a volcano-like fury all over my jacket and jeans.
Long story short: God doesn't want me to have peppermint mochas. Booo God, boooo. 
1 comment:
well....that definitely sounds like something that would happen to me......I am glad it happened to you instead...haha....
to make you feel better..I should tell you....I was at work the other day and my brand-new calvin klein dress pants ripped.....from my hip to my bum....I was totally exposed......
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