I don’t mean to turn this blog into a clearing house for stupid things that happen to me, but I get a little closure when I do so. It’d be less noticeable if I blogged on other topics to balance it out. ANYWAY.
I get home from the Take Back America conference yesterday night and plop my two heavy bags on the floor. I fix myself a coke, and eventually knock it over, because that’s what I do to drinks in glasses. Hurridly I mop up the coke, but the floor’s still wet. Whatever. I’m tired and I go to bed, and I (apparently) knock over one of the bags, because, like I said, that’s what I do. I accidentally knock things over.
Wake up, do some things. Realize I left a tape recorder in the bag. As I pore through it, I realize that… everything is soaked with soda. The bag fell on the wet floor and the moisture soaked through the flimsy material. The tape recorder is ok, but the reason I had this bag in the first place was I brought Michael Kazin’s “A Godly Hero” to get signed by the author. I now have a beautiful signed copy of the book, stained with sticky brown soda. Again, I managed to spill soda on it without ever spilling soda on it. It was spilled in the final step of a complete Rube Goldberg clutter machine.
Does one ever un-learn being a slob? Or should I just budget some money for the resolution of these daily fuckups and blunders?