So it begins. The ice cube is entirely to blame, and the tongs.
Today I was simply minding my own business, not looking for trouble simply grabbing an iced coffee in the DC. In the midst of filling my lovely new coffee mug with ice I look across the coffee station to find possibly one of the most attractive men I have ever seen looking at me. He smiles, and my awkwardness decides to sabotage me.
I decide to attempt to be smooth and oh so suave with my actions an while placing this ice in my mug; however that would be all to easy right? It is now that I seemingly lose all control over my bodily functions and my grip on the ice tongs. Result? My multiple ice cubes go flying out of the tong and attack the face of the hottie standing across from me.
DISASTER. Disaster has struck yet again. He beings with, “Um what just…..” I don’t even let him get to the end of his sentence before I squeak a sorry out and book it out of the area. Honestly, how do these things happen to me. I might just have to switch my major to Biology and find the cure for this disease.