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Today I am working from my laptop while at a cafe because I am waiting for my dog, Spyder, to get her hair all groomed up. We had to be at the groomer’s by 8am! Yikes! Spyder and I stayed with Clem last night so we could play in the dog run near his apartment, which meant that I had some clothes with me in my giant back pack this morning.
Well, to make a long story short, I had to unexpectedly buy some woman a coffee this morning.
As I had been setting up at a table, pulling out my laptop, keeping my coffee balanced, finding a spot for my big back pack, I had also whipped out the power cord. I suddenly heard a woman’s confused and startled voice burst out an, “OHhhhhh!” and then a, “OH my GOD!?”
I only wanted to glance with half-interest at whatever drama she was having, until I realized I was the cause of it.
As I had whipped out my power cord from my bag, flinging off of it, and sailing a short distance… was one of my dirty socks… right into her coffee! All I could do was share in her horror as I recoiled at the sight of a sock hanging from a venti coffee, slowly soaking up brownness. I didn’t even respond appropriately, at first, because I have weird reactions to gross things, so my first reaction was to wince and scrunch up my face, looking away, then looking back, then looking away, as I tried to comprehend a SOCK hanging out of a coffee, let alone MY dirty sock!
I bought her a replacement coffee immediately and she gave me my sock back.
Then, we both laughed, and laughed…
Good Morning, New York City!!
Ps. For what it’s worth, my dirty clothes hardly ever actually smell or look dirty (cuz I’s so clean!) but still… it was a dirty sock.