Don’t Cry Over Spilled Coffee
It’s about 6:35am on a Tuesday; the sun just starting to peek its way into the day. I’m on my way to work. Driving faster than I should be but there isn’t much traffic. The car in front of me suddenly stops and makes a turn, as if the driver didn’t realize that was their destination. I slammed on my brakes to avoid crushing the stopped vehicle. It wouldn’t have been pretty and a terrible way to start the day for sure. During the few seconds of this accident avoidance, my coffee mug tipped over. I lost nearly all of it. On the seat. Soaked through my pants. Down the side of the console. On the floor mat. Just everywhere. I did mention I was on my way to work, right?
I shocked myself with my immediate response of just a simple chuckle. I was half expecting an, “are you fucking kidding me right now?” to come straight out of my usually non-swearing mouth. But, to my surprise, it didn’t. There wasn’t anything I could do in the moment. I was driving. I had to wait to assess the damage, until I was safely parked at work. So, I miserably enjoyed the aroma of my coffee as it seeped further into every fiber of my pants. Oh, joy! I’m laughing as I write this. These things are always funny to look back on but not so funny in the moment.
What I imagined the inside of my jeep would look like upon stopping, was precisely on point. Soaked fabric. A puddle on my all-weather floor mat. A cup holder with half of my coffee in it. A straw would have been nice at the time, especially to suck out the remainder of my coffee from the cup holder. Thankfully, I had a towel in the back and was able to soak up as much brown goodness as I could. You never get it all, though. We’ll save that task for later. For now, I just get what I can and move on with my day.
I spilled my coffee on the way to work—just about all of it. Brutal.
Yesterday I was drenched from rain. Today it’s coffee.
I keep talking about perspective, so here’s my take.
My response was shockingly just a chuckle
Glad I chose black pants this morning
I didn’t get into an accident as scalding, hot coffee was soaking into my skin, and
There is still some coffee left in my mug to enjoy!
Celebrating small victories counts!!
…after work, I’ll scrub the jeep.
“Spilling coffee is the adult equivalent of losing your balloon.”