I thought I had coined a new witty catchphrase, “Just another Frantic Friday.” I was so pleased with my cleverness. But a quick Google search revealed that roughly 1000 webpages have pre-dated my creative genius. It’s true, I guess: Everything has been done.
My Friday started off poorly. I was in the office kitchenette, making my morning tea. I placed a tea bag in an empty cup and then positioned the cup under the hot water nozzle on the coffee machine. Unfortunately, I did not position the cup very well at all, and released a torrent of nearly-boiling hot water on my right hand.
Yelping, I hastily stuck my hand under running cold water. The co-worker with whom I was chatting broke off his diatribe about bagel prices and said, “Jesus Christ! Why’d you do that?”
Now, like most people, when I’m trying to deflect attention from my failings as a human being, I’m prone to sarcasm. But that’s probably still not a good excuse for snarling, “Jesus Christ! Because my freaking hand was cold!”
Scalding my hand was a highlight of my Friday, because at least I’ll be able to laugh about it, some day.
