Spilled Coffee

We had an eight o'clock meeting for work Saturday morning, after I had spent Friday night at the drive-in. My co-worker, Pam, had been there, too, and had stayed out hours later than me. That made for an interesting nine-hour workday. Late in the morning, as we were discussing the managers' desire to find an older, experienced salesperson to hire, I decided to play devil's advocate: "Teenagers can be just as competant as adults,*" I argued, my knee kicking a box full of coffee lids, flinging its contents to the floor and Pam and I into laughter just as a customer walked in.


It is, after all, an ironic universe.


*Notice I say can be.