Soup hurts, or perhaps seaweed
It's turkey eating season. While I am not a big fan of turkey, I love soups. So I took our first turkey carcass last week and turned it into 7 rather large servings of turkey-potato-carrot-onion-mushroom soup. Seasoned with parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. (It's not a song, it's a recipe). I have been dutifully bringing one serving each day for work. Today, day 3, I I added Korean seaweed to my very anglo soup. Because I could.
However, it took the fairly watery soup to a whole new level of messiness, likely exacerbated by the fact that all I had was a dinky little plastic teaspoon to eat said soup with. I ended up slobbering some on my chin.
And I had no papertowels or napkins or tissues in my office.
This necessitated a walk down the hallway to the shower room, where we keep our stash of tissue boxes (whew that the company still provides those - other than coffee, we've been pretty low on perks here the past couple of years). I hated to leave my soup, but really I can't stand soup on my chin so off I went.
I located the tissue boxes and tried to pull one down. Darnit, they're encased in plastic wrap and I'll have to separate them out. Keep in mind, that the bottom of the case is about 7 feet off the ground. I can reach it, but barely. But reach it I can, so I pry the case forward. I figure I can even let it drop to me; I can catch it safely enough; it's just tissues. And.... that's where I went wrong.
Somebody had apparently decided it was a good idea to stack bars of soap on top of the case of tissues. INDIVIDUAL bars of soap. Not a case of soap that I might see tottering above me, but individual bars of soap that let go and rained down on my face as I tried to pry the tissues loose.
Ouch.
ouchouchouch.
Now I am staring up at a half-dislodged case of tissues, with some unknown quantity of soap bars still on top of it. I reverted to plan B: I cut the case open as it was, 7 feet above the ground, and let two boxes fall out. I caught one. Then I picked up all the soap that had fallen down and put them on the shelf next to the tissues. There was a good 4' of shelf that was unused, further increasing my incredulity that the bars were put ON TOP OF THE TISSUES.
But now I had two boxes of tissues. My coworker who doesn't know about the stash and who came in despite a bad cold was the lucky recipient of my second box. I wiped my chin and finished my soup.
The soup, BTW, was delicious.
However, it took the fairly watery soup to a whole new level of messiness, likely exacerbated by the fact that all I had was a dinky little plastic teaspoon to eat said soup with. I ended up slobbering some on my chin.
And I had no papertowels or napkins or tissues in my office.
This necessitated a walk down the hallway to the shower room, where we keep our stash of tissue boxes (whew that the company still provides those - other than coffee, we've been pretty low on perks here the past couple of years). I hated to leave my soup, but really I can't stand soup on my chin so off I went.
I located the tissue boxes and tried to pull one down. Darnit, they're encased in plastic wrap and I'll have to separate them out. Keep in mind, that the bottom of the case is about 7 feet off the ground. I can reach it, but barely. But reach it I can, so I pry the case forward. I figure I can even let it drop to me; I can catch it safely enough; it's just tissues. And.... that's where I went wrong.
Somebody had apparently decided it was a good idea to stack bars of soap on top of the case of tissues. INDIVIDUAL bars of soap. Not a case of soap that I might see tottering above me, but individual bars of soap that let go and rained down on my face as I tried to pry the tissues loose.
Ouch.
ouchouchouch.
Now I am staring up at a half-dislodged case of tissues, with some unknown quantity of soap bars still on top of it. I reverted to plan B: I cut the case open as it was, 7 feet above the ground, and let two boxes fall out. I caught one. Then I picked up all the soap that had fallen down and put them on the shelf next to the tissues. There was a good 4' of shelf that was unused, further increasing my incredulity that the bars were put ON TOP OF THE TISSUES.
But now I had two boxes of tissues. My coworker who doesn't know about the stash and who came in despite a bad cold was the lucky recipient of my second box. I wiped my chin and finished my soup.
The soup, BTW, was delicious.