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An Awkward Encounter With Spilled Coffee
Making him feel terribly awkward to terribly relieved — who knew this was possible?
(I’m very into writing “a-slice-of-life” stories nowadays.)
If you’re into this kind of writing, why not check out a short story I wrote just a few days ago? It’s a dark cathartic piece about me and my Heelys.
(Just click on the article below to enjoy!)
So…here’s another one:
Something really amusing happened today and I thought it would be worth sharing with you guys here:
On my usual morning commute, I noticed this guy. He was carrying a bright pink plastic bag. It contained, what seemed like, his breakfast and what definitely looked like…
…a cup of coffee.
Just for context: the bus driver provided one of the more violent rides I’ve ever been on in a very long time.
So naturally I wasn’t shocked to see a Jackson Pollock coffee spillage in between the guy’s…
