( This is one I wrote last spring semester, but I didn't have a blog then, so here, enjoy!!!)
Coffee. You pay so much for a small amount at Starbucks and for what? To spill it all over the elevator floor AND walls of Wright Hall. This is my life, and it sucks.
I was on my way back from Vanderbilt in the zipcar to pick up my roommate and take her to starbucks in this shnazzy vehicle. I had a great doctor`s appt, or at least one where they didn`t say that I fail at life, so that constitutes a “ great appointment” . I had a $5.00 bill that I had been holding in my wallet for about a week and decided to just reward myself for a great dr.`s appointment. I even went all the way and got a GRANDE, not tall, white chocolate mocha…mmmmmmm. That about sums up the experience of consuming such a delectable beverage. We get back in the zipcar and drive beck to campus, confused one of our friends by being in a brand new car or for me, even driving a car at all, since I don’t have one.
So I had a box and a bunch of other stuff in my arms along with the coffee, and we get in the elevator and smart me had decided to rest my mocha on the box in my arms. Well the stupid elevator door wouldn`t shut, so I reach down to push the close button and there began the disastrous descent of my $4.42 grande white chocolate mocha. It fell ridiculously fast to the floor, weighed down by it`s precious contents.
There it was…just sitting in a puddle on the disgusting tile floor of the elevator . … no way to save it… completely contaminated. I thought of scooping it up again into my cup, or licking it off the floor, but it was already too far gone. All of that luscious flavor gone to waste. Everything was in slow motion ….the move to push the button and the harsh splatter of the refined liquid all over the floor, my jeans, and (as a friend” later pointed out) the elevator wall. I couldn`t believe it
And the irony of it lies in the fact that about a minute prior to stepping on the elevator I had played out this EXACT scenario in my head…reassuring myself that : no I`m smarter than that, than to just carelessly drop my coffee. I can balance it on my box. Wow I AM an idiot. Ok maybe not an idiot, but I definitely think a lot of myself, not to provide for POSSIBLE human accidents, such as spilling star bucks. I guess I thought I was above spilling something. Hmmm.
So a friend held the elevator door open for me while my roommate (we`ll call her anne) cackled her head off. She obviously thought this was FUNNY. How horrible. How anyone could laugh at freshly spilt coffee, I will never understand. I slumped to the bathroom in an eclectic fit of rage, defeat, and self pity while I took a role of toilet paper back to the elevator.
I continued to tell Anne to stop laughing and that it wasn’t funny, but nothing could be done to stop it. At one point I think she felt bad because she asked : “what can I do?” And I repoded rudely, “nothing, just go back to the room.” This is how truly upset I was. I guess she took that opportunity to rush down to the other bath room and get paper towels. So I was cleaning it up in it the elevator, actually trying not to cry…yes I said it, CRY for goodness sakes and then the friend I refered to earlier (we’ll call her Dorothy”, the sweet person she is, kept saying sweet things to make me feel better, like “ I`m soooo sorry! At least the elevator will smell good!” and then she said something that made me laugh out loud , amidst my bitterness and rude comments, “ I mean it can happen to anyone, one second you`ve got it, and the next thing you know, there it is, right there on the floor”. Something about the way she said it made me giggle and then I realized that it`s just coffee. There are bigger things to worry about. And though it was STARBUCKS, and delicious, I shouldn`t cry over spilled coffee.
