My Mishap

This morning started like a perfectly normal day, but it derailed so quickly it was obvious the stars just weren't aligned for me. I guess I really don't believe in star alignment or bad luck or astrology or whatever, so maybe I should just say that it's been a really stressful week and this morning was just the icing on the cake.

My morning went smoothly until the point that I decided I would pour myself a glass of V8 Splash to drink on the way to work. I climbed into the car and headed down the road, but as I went to take my first drink, I guess I hit a bump, because the cup slipped out of my hand and went flying. I managed to catch it before all the contents were gone, but not before I had poured red juice onto the lap of my very light colored pants and all over my seat as well. I guess it serves me right for drinking and driving.

Of course, at that moment when I desperately needed something to mop up my mess, there was nothing useful to be found in my car, even though there are normally napkins sticking out of every nook and cranny. I finally dug some tissue out of my purse, only narrowly avoiding wrecking my car in the process, but by that time it was too late. The juice had already soaked into my stone colored khakis.

I had a sudden flicker of hope as I arrived at my office building when I realized there was a tiny, unopened bottle of Oxiclean stain remover in my purse. After unlocking my office door I reached into my bag and found the small spray bottle, and I'm not even kidding when I tell you that as I pulled it out of my purse the lid somehow popped off and splattered the cleaner all over my purse, my desk, my pants, my hands and my floor. At that point I actually laughed out loud because the sight was really just so absurd.

I ran to the bathroom to wash my hands and get paper towels, cleaned up the spilled cleaner as much as possible, and tried to spray the remaining Oxiclean onto the spots on my pants. I sprayed all I could and wiped all I could, but I ended up with a large wet, pink spot on my lap and another down the back of my thigh. Lovely. Not only that, but my hands smelled strongly of laundry detergent. Two more trips to the kitchen to wash my hands couldn't get rid of the overwhelming odor, so I sat at my desk and tried to hold my breath while I ate my Zone bar for breakfast.

Although the story thankfully ends there, it's safe to say that I wasn't exactly pleasant for most of the morning. Although this picture was taken later in the day, the look on my face kind of sums up how I felt!

Here's a better view of both of the main juice stains together.

I'm crossing my fingers that the stains come out in the wash--I love those pants!!


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