So. Don’t try this at home. It takes a pro to do something like this.
I made myself an afternoon mocha – it’s in a smaller cup, made with decaf and so forth, blah blah blah. The smaller cup has a 3” diameter. So, yeah. It’s a pretty small little area.
I wandered into the office and set down the mug. Logged on to check my email. Reached for a foil-wrapped chocolate egg with the carelessness of a mother who doesn’t have any children currently watching over her shoulder as she raids the Easter candy.
I can’t tell you how I did it. This would be a trade secret, and I have sworn an oath to protect the Secrets of the Klutz Klub.
But somehow, using my finely-honed klutz skills, I flicked the egg instead of picking it up. Almost like I was playing Tiddlywinks with it.
It flew up in the air, hung there for a second (just long enough for me to register that my afternoon treat was airborne and about to escape), then plummeted down toward the desk.
And landed in my mocha.
Nothin’ but net, people. It was so perfect an entry that there was scarcely a ripple on the surface of the coffee as the foiled chocolate plunged into its depths.
Only a truly skilled klutz could have managed this.
The poor little chocolate drowned in there, because I was so busy laughing I didn’t rescue it in time. Alas, poor chocolate, I wish I could have known it better…
C. E. Montague
14 hours ago