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Friday, September 23, 2016

Opus 2016-255: Ode to Old: It Isn’t My Fault, Really

Why does my coffee cup only leak on mornings I am wearing a light colored shirt?  It wasn’t a senior moment.  I hit my mouth square with the cup.  In spite of my protests, I still have a stain on my shirt and a day facing middle school students ahead.

It happened when I was half way to work.  I had been drinking from the cup for 20 minutes.  Suddenly I felt an unexpected warmth on the thumb wrapped around the bottom.  It was a trickle that made my shirt look like I had been dribbling my soup.  Why didn’t it leak when I pulled out of the driveway?

I guess it is just a way in which the coffee gods are trying to teach me humility.  It wasn’t my fault, really.  If it was I would remember, right?

homo unius libri

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