you don't fuck with another person's orange soda!

Apr 24, 2006 10:53

The family curse as I like to call it is something that everyone in my immediate family suffers from. In turn, it can be traced along our linneage with startling regularity and it just doesn't seem to want to go away.

It usually works like this: a number of us wear glasses. We can be doing one thing, take them off for just a second or two, do something else, then turn around and not be able to find the glasses anywhere. This is truly disturbing if we've not moved from the spot the whole time. Now, not all of us wear glasses but the curse is adaptive to any number of personalized objects.

It's not an evil thing, just very annoying, and we joke amongst ourselves about it quite often. However, it's never hit me at work before...

...until today!

Brought an orange soda in with me, a Fanta, and set it aside while I did some stuff. It was about ½ empty from working on it on the way in, bought it the previous day at Blockbuster, and I had placed it on the desk. When I'd completed 2 jobs, after dropping them off with their respective clients, I came back and it's gone.

I tore my workspace up and I still can't find it.

A likely suspect would be
Warlock but he's taken the day off so no luck there.

I want to finish my soda, dammit!

soda, family curse

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