You Are Burning Me, Part 3
I really did not intend this entry. And it has nothing to do with Eivør, Faroese ballads, or inspiration. Consider it more of a PSA for writers and other layabouts. See, I was sitting and relaxing "while enjoying the new look and revitalization of Downtown Phoenixville" at a pleasant local café-slash-gallery, about to take my first sip of a steaming hot clay mug of coffee, when the handle decided to snap. Gravity did the rest, and I was soon enveloped in a cloak of liquid pain. About as much fun as a meatloaf piñata.Life happens, of course, just usually not in such a swift and scalding manner. Also, I do my best not to scream like a little girl if I can help it.
To his credit, the barista was equally swift in his aid, and soon handy antiseptic burn pads were placed on the affected areas. I believe I shall soon recover without any lasting effects, and with any luck the next batch of Holy Embers will be both more intentional and true to form.
Labels: coffee, Phoenixville, surprises
posted by Ryan Rasmussen at 7:27 PM
6 Comments:
Ouch!
SUE EM! SUE EVERYBODY! Hey, arent't hey supposed to have warning plastered all over their mugs that says "WARNING: CONTENTS HOT!" If they had that on there, they'd be scott free, but hey man, they're just asking for a lawsuit!
Just kidding, and here's to hoping your crotch recovers soon. ;)
Litigation and naughty bits, two of America's great pasttimes!
But lo! with my exceptional constitution score I was able to easily make my saving throw and thus avoid a critical hit. Actually, and thankfully, the only damage is what looks like a minor sunburn to my left forearm.
Ah I see. Do you like how my brain went straight to the nether regions? My assumptions seem to always be south of the border, as they say. Not that I think it says anything about me...
Hmmmm...should I heed that as a warning to avoid clay coffee mugs at said cafe?
Mainline Mom: Just inspect the handle seam before imbibing!
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