Apparently one should keep an eye on the spoon while eating chili. I was multi-tasking at work (staring at my screen, clicking the mouse with one hand, and shoveling chili into my mouth with the other), which has been known to bring about calamities. Eyes fixed on the monitor, I assumed the chili would go where my blind hand was guiding it: into my mouth.
I was surprised to feel something thunk against my stomach, then strike me in the thigh. Sure enough, it was a ping-ponging, renegade garbanzo bean, leaving a smear of tomatoey chili sauce on my shirt AND my pants. Discombobulated by the thought of all my impending meetings with chili stains all over my clothes, my body decided to leap to action before checking to see if my hand was properly disengaged from in-between the arm of the chair and the desk. It was not.
Sure enough, I stood up while my hand remained lodged between the chair and the desk, resulting in a lovely red welt along one finger to match the lovely red splotches on my shirt and pants. The only good thing about the whole experience is that this time in didn't happen in front of the guy who works in Contracts.
Yes, anonymous clumsy moments are preferred.
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