Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Dowisetrepla

She discovered early on that the flooring the landlord had set down was shotty craftsmanship; the entire main room was at an angle.  It amused her to put her desk chair in the middle of the room and watch it slowly make it's way to the other side.

Then one night she accidentally forgot about the full glass of iced coffee she had on the table, and knocked it over with her laptop.  It spilled across the coffee table and started dripping down to the floor.  "Shit!" she exclaimed to no one in particular.  She jumped up to grab the paper towels, and by the time she came back she saw the liquid slowly making it's way to the other side of the room.

This she found slightly less amusing.  She ran out of paper towels and furiously threw out all the other things in the cabinet to get the packaging off all the new towels.  She got down on her knees and fought against the tilt and tried to keep the liquid from continuing to roll down to the other side of the room and under her bed. She realized suddenly that she was the only one in charge of that mess, for the first time in her life.  She cleaned the entire thing up herself, then mopped the floor and washed the table, feeling accomplished that she had done it without anyone's help.

When she was finished she sat back on her heels, and started to laugh.  It had been a sitcom moment.  Spills and the Single Girl.