We stoped in to the post office the other day, after running errands. Sarah disengaged the key from my ring and went inside. I grabbed the almost empty can of pepsi from the driver’s side cup holder, my shopping-day treat, and lifted it skyward to free the last mouthful. From the corner of my eye, I caught a neighbour coming up the other side of the building and turned my head.
The pepsi, leaving the can finally, continued on its gravitational flow, disregarding my slight head movement, and solidy planted itself - the last heavenly caffienated mouthful - right in my left nostril.
Figures.
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