A Day of Catastrophe

Yesterday I decided that I had better allow myself a little bit of caffeine by noon. I even pampered myself by allowing it to be in the form of Dr. Pepper. You see the day before that was a day of catastrophe I didn't think I could handle being that uncoordinated again. Let me tell you a little bit about that day.

Wednesday morning, I wake up refreshed and ready for a lovely Thursday. It isn't until I get to the kindergarten class that I work in that I found out that it was still Wednesday, and I only found this out because a kindergartener told me. If a kindergartener is teaching me, then what does that make me? That morning I helped the children with their painting. I honestly think that I got more bright yellow paint on my clothes that the children got on their paper.

Next I go to work. Shortly after arriving I find myself filling orders: original pretzel, cheese sauce and a medium soda. I start by putting the ice into the cup, then fill it with soda, snap on a lid and grab a straw. Next I bring the soda over to the customer. As I set it down I give her a big smile and promptly knock the cup off the counter onto her. Coca-cola and ice go flying everywhere. The line of customers steadily grows as I try to save the poor but cheerful lady from my catastrophe. Finally we get the soda cleaned up and serve all the guests. Looking around, the store is spotless. Every thing has been well cleaned while the pop was being moped up. After things calm down a bit the other ladies that I worked with begin laughing. I continue to keep them entertained by various acts of clumsiness for the remainder of the afternoon. (not on purpose mind you) I leave work to affectionate statements such as “try not to kill anybody.”

I decide to grab an ice green tea before leaving the mall. However, on my way to Tea Quent I realize that my hat is still on my head. I rush back to my locker and toss the unwanted item as quickly as possible. Hurriedly I walk back to get my green tea. However I realize that my wallet is missing. Oh, no! Where could it have gone? Looking down I realize that my hat is still in my hand. Going back to my locker I discover that I threw my wallet in to it rather than my hat. As I leave the store front again, I am questioned by the women who have been entertained by me all afternoon. This time they are bent over with laughter.

I get my tea and head off to school. Everything goes smoothly until later that evening when my brothers amuse themselves by trying to look at each other through my ears (since surely there must not be any thing between my two ears to block their vision.) My mother notices their odd behavior and instructs them to stop. Dad confirms this command saying “there's nothing in there any way.” That wound up my day in a nice tidy package. Is there any thing in my head? Some days I wonder.


(in case anyone was wondering, all the instances when someone was sarcastic or laughing at me it was very good natured and kind. Really, even if it doesn't sound quite that way in writing)