I’m what you call a professional klutz

So. Don’t try this at home. It takes a pro to do something like this.

I made myself an afternoon mocha – it’s in a smaller cup, made with decaf and so forth, blah blah blah. The smaller cup has a 3” diameter. So, yeah. It’s a pretty small little area.

I wandered into the office and set down the mug. Logged on to check my email. Reached for a foil-wrapped chocolate egg with the carelessness of a mother who doesn’t have any children currently watching over her shoulder as she raids the Easter candy.

I can’t tell you how I did it. This would be a trade secret, and I have sworn an oath to protect the Secrets of the Klutz Klub.

But somehow, using my finely-honed klutz skills, I flicked the egg instead of picking it up. Almost like I was playing Tiddlywinks with it.

It flew up in the air, hung there for a second (just long enough for me to register that my afternoon treat was airborne and about to escape), then plummeted down toward the desk.

And landed in my mocha.

::Ploink!::

Nothin’ but net, people. It was so perfect an entry that there was scarcely a ripple on the surface of the coffee as the foiled chocolate plunged into its depths.

Only a truly skilled klutz could have managed this.

The poor little chocolate drowned in there, because I was so busy laughing I didn’t rescue it in time. Alas, poor chocolate, I wish I could have known it better…