Today, we ate at Sonic between classes. You know those tables that they put outside that are a kind of metal mesh? I don't know how else to describe them (see image)...
Anyways... They use the kind of ice that is like a bunch of little pellets. So, I was having a hard time getting my straw to the bottom of the cup so that I could enjoy the last few swallows of Dr. Pepper. I guess I pushed a little too hard, and my straw punctured the bottom of my cup. Thanks to the wonderful meshy design of the table, the last bit of my drink leaked through the table, and right INTO my shoe... So you can imagine how comfortable that was.
So that's it, I've had it! No more styrofoam cups for me. Can't handle it.
So that's it, I've had it! No more styrofoam cups for me. Can't handle it.
2 comments:
You forgot to mention that when you poked a hole in your cup at fazzoli's that I nobley (is that spelled right?) held the hole over my mouth so it would stop gushing everywhere.
I think I am quite the hero.
And yes, you shouldn't be allowed to have those cups anymore. But I love you!
Man, I know what you mean. It's like people got together with the specific purpose of inventing a ridiculously flimsy material to make cups out of. And they succeeded in a big way. What's wrong with plastic?!
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