sullied

Today the Flash and I had our first car accident.

Actually, it was an in-the-car accident.

And it had a lot to do with a bottle of raspberry-flavored carbonated water that decided to impersonate a geyser all over me, the steering wheel, and the driver's seat.

This after I'd just left Target with a leaky case of water bottles; I didn't realize [even though I'd slipped in a puddle on my way out of the store] what was going on until I noticed water drops falling on my foot while I was loading up my trunk -- that's when I saw the trail of water leading out of the store to my car . . . if there were any slip and fall accidents this afternoon at the Target in the Vons shopping center, I think I know why . . . (and to any potential litigants -- trust me, Target's pockets are deeper than mine)

So, back to the car accident -- when the dreadful event happened I was on my way to meet with my anthropology professor to find out why she's so intent on flunking me in every way possible, even though I have done my best to understand the nutrient intake of the Turkanoan people, the utmost importance of breastfeeding for the development of young children, and how Swidden agriculture works. Really, I have. But the crisis with my pants and the front seat of the car were a death knell to any plans for said interview.

It did make me happy that I was only on my way to drop into a professor's office hours and not going to some kind of set appointment where it'd have been necessary to explain what happened.

At any rate, I'm not too interested in carbonated drinks for a while. And if anybody has any advice for de-sticking car upholstery . . .