Monday, September 15, 2008

When Salsa Attacks...

It all starts so innocently. You get your favorite cup. You open the refridgerator to get the milk. There it is, all white and milky, cold and waiting for you. Then you reach in, the milk comes willingly, and you are thinking, yay! breakfast! But oh no, disaster! The bottle of Pace, the gigantic one you buy at Costco because you have 7 children, is tipping towards you! Your hands are full of milk, and your cup. The salsa tips hitting the shelf! The yellow lid flies off, nearly taking off your nose, and the chunky red sauce flows out of the huge container. As it falls, it hits every shelf on it's descent, taking out innocent cheese, lettuce and eggs. Every thing it hits causes splattering so that soon the door and walls of the fridge are covered, and you! You are left standing in a lumpy puddle of spicy green peppers and onions, holding a gallon of milk and your favorite cup, looking like the victim of a driveby. It happened so fast! The half empty bottle lays on the top shelf, mocking you. Daring you to say a bad word. It's always sad when perfectly good condiments turn against you...

2 comments:

Eternal Sunshine said...

Oh - that is funny! Well, not when it's happening to you...

Of course you may add me to your list! I've already added you, if that's all right.

Thanks again!

Kirstine and David said...

Well written. That is a great story! Was there egg all over too? If only children would actually PUT things in the 'fridge.