16 ounces – gone

16 ounces - gone

I put my drink down, then my bag of yummys (lunch) way on the right on my desk. My left arm swung back and slowly knocked the Styrofoam cup tumbling to its demise.

I couldn’t stop it. I was too late. In slow motion, the cup flipped until meeting the floor. It fractured a few “bones”, but ultimately cracked its head open.

Time of death: 1:32pm

In fetal position, I cried for a minute in the dry corner, of course. Then, went to the kitchen for a roll of paper towels.

16 ounces – gone. Hello water cooler.

Cross-posted at Flickr. Other than the spill, the bit about me crying isn’t true. I’m sorry if the personification of the breaking cup was too graphic! Wait, no I’m not.

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Bryan Villarin

Bryan works at Automattic. He's also a cat whisperer. Sometimes…a photographer, and card magician.

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