Day 357: Cup of coffee … crisp?

Drinkable coffee crisp? Wrong on sooo many levels.
Drinkable coffee crisp? Wrong on sooo many levels.

Today, it was raining frogs, as a friend of mine says … I think that means the raindrops were big … or maybe green?

In any case, the umbrellas were out in full force and I spent an hour or so trying not to put someone’s eye out with my brolly.

I also risked life and limb … or at least a sprained ankle … bending down to pick up a discarded Coffee Crisp chocolate milk bottle. How could that possibly be dangerous, you ask?

Said bottle was lying at the edge of the door of my subway car. When the train pulled into the station, the door started to open and the bottle appeared at my feet.

I knew what I needed to do. Trouble was, a stampede of people right behind me were poised to charge as soon as the doors opened. In a split second of good-deediness … or madness, you decide … I dove for the bottle and swept it up with one hand then continued through the door and onto the platform. I felt like an ace polo player … without the mallet, ball or polo pony.

When I dropped the bottle in the recycle receptacle I took a good look at the label and a puzzling question came to mind. Not, “Who would drop an empty bottle in the subway?” but rather, “Who the heck would drink a chocolate bar?”

I’ll give the person the benefit of the doubt … maybe the potent combination of caffeine from the coffee and sugar from the crisp sent the commuter into post-traumatic-nice-light-snack syndrome and they dropped the bottle and ran home to lie down.

Just a thought….

Audrey Hepburn in The Nun's Story ... she would've won that pageant hands down.
Audrey Hepburn in The Nun's Story ... she would've won that pageant hands down.

Good deeds gone wrong

Found these snippets in my local paper*. Well meaning folk with not-so-bright good deed ideas:

• A teenage Polish firefighter set a series of barn fires in hopes of earning enough overtime to buy his girlfriend a birthday present.

• An Italian priest organized an online beauty contest for nuns in an effort to dispel the perception that they were all old, sad and dowdy. His bishop nixed the project.

• A farmhand in Northern Australia was freed from the jaws of a crocodile when a co-worker shot it. Unfortunately, a second shot hit the farmhand’s right arm. The injuries were not life-threatening.

* Excerpted from 2008 The Year That Was by Douglas McArthur, The Globe and Mail.

P.S. An amazing song for a rainy day. Enjoy!


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