At lunch time Doc C and I went to get a coffee (this was to supplement my lunch because the apples we got from Lowes' foods were all duds. They were enormous and looked fine from the outside, but the inside of the apples was soft and floury; not to mention marbled with patches of brown. Ergh.) I took my coffee back to my desk, and after taking a sip decided that the air hole in my paper cup's plastic lid needed to be widened slightly. I do this all the time, all it takes is something pointy like a ball-point pen or a paper clip, and voila it's easier to drink the coffee. This time I managed to spill coffee down the side of my right breast, it wasn't too hot so I didn't get burned or anything, but I was wearing a white t-shirt so I just looked stupid. Well, stupid is a little harsh, I looked like I can't drink a cup of coffee without wearing some of it. And I still can't work out the trajectory that the coffee took, how on earth did it get from the cup on my desk squarely in front of me to the side of my t-shirt, practically under my arm? That is gymnastic for an inert fluid!
I mopped myself up, and then called Doc C to tell him. This was not because I wanted sympathy, but because I knew it would make him laugh. And it did.
(By the way, I washed the t-shirt as soon as I got home along with a whole bunch of other white clothes and added some stuff that's specifically supposed to whiten things. All of my t-shirts came out with rusty looking sulphur stains on them. Not what I was after. I re-washed the bloody things twice after that, and at this point I don't think there is anything to be done for them, they are all offically night-shirts.)