My Saturday morning fail:
Was driving along, on the highway, in a typical Capetonian hurricane-esque torrential downpour, the gale-force winds threatening to blow my tiny batmobile into oblivion, holding (and trying to enjoy) my enormous ice-cold freezo, hot air blasting from the vents to fend off the unheard of 12 degrees outside, music blaring...
(This music to be exact:)
.... when I decided to give my freezo and little swirl to mix it up. And then it happened... the lid fell off.
OMF.
I was driving in the type of rain that makes it impossible to see through your windscreen. I could've been in Russia for all I knew. So on top of driving at snail pace and squinting to make out what was ahead of me, I was now quite literally covered in FREEEEEZING freezo! All over my clean jeans. All over my nice new top. In my new boots. Over the steering wheel, all down my arms and on my hands. And no, I hadn't just spent the last hour getting ready for a farewell, which I was about to arrive at.
I looked about in a panic. For a tissue, an old napkin... anything with absorbant capabilities. I saw a grubby balled-up piece of tissue, stuffed into a cubby hole. Figured it was from the last bout of flu. Gagged a bit, and decided to pretend I'd never seen it.
Then I felt behind me... and my hand fell upon MY GYM TOWEL!
Spent the rest of the drive trying to wipe everything up. Ended up holding up traffic, and was stuck with a completely brown-soaked towel and a very sticky me. Arrived at farewell with unsightly and very questionable brown splodges on my pants, and emitting fumes of coffee.
So NOT cool.
Was driving along, on the highway, in a typical Capetonian hurricane-esque torrential downpour, the gale-force winds threatening to blow my tiny batmobile into oblivion, holding (and trying to enjoy) my enormous ice-cold freezo, hot air blasting from the vents to fend off the unheard of 12 degrees outside, music blaring...
(This music to be exact:)
.... when I decided to give my freezo and little swirl to mix it up. And then it happened... the lid fell off.
OMF.
I was driving in the type of rain that makes it impossible to see through your windscreen. I could've been in Russia for all I knew. So on top of driving at snail pace and squinting to make out what was ahead of me, I was now quite literally covered in FREEEEEZING freezo! All over my clean jeans. All over my nice new top. In my new boots. Over the steering wheel, all down my arms and on my hands. And no, I hadn't just spent the last hour getting ready for a farewell, which I was about to arrive at.
I looked about in a panic. For a tissue, an old napkin... anything with absorbant capabilities. I saw a grubby balled-up piece of tissue, stuffed into a cubby hole. Figured it was from the last bout of flu. Gagged a bit, and decided to pretend I'd never seen it.
Then I felt behind me... and my hand fell upon MY GYM TOWEL!
Spent the rest of the drive trying to wipe everything up. Ended up holding up traffic, and was stuck with a completely brown-soaked towel and a very sticky me. Arrived at farewell with unsightly and very questionable brown splodges on my pants, and emitting fumes of coffee.
So NOT cool.
