



What do these things have in common?
They are all things I have spilled on myself. Today. And it's not even noon yet.
Here is a word-for-word conversation that I had with my colleague 20 minutes ago:
Colleague: Oh, I think you...
Me: I know. It's coffee.
Colleague: Oh. Sorry. Actually, I think you got something else right ...
Me: No, that's yogurt. And before you say anything else, this is ink.
Colleague:... oh.
Me: Can we talk about something else?
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