This isn't going to be as juicy as some might think, but it is funny!
I went to the break room/kitchen on my floor at work to put soup in the microwave. A few minutes later I go back to retrieve my food and this is when the fun begins..
My low fat cream like soup decided to explode in the microwave. Lovely! It was everywhere, and I mean in every nook and cranny in the microwave. One that is shared by a handful of people. I have to get this cleaned up quickly I thought to myself.
I picked up the soup container to throw it away. I get within 2 inches of the garbage and I drop it. The remaining soup in the container splatters all over my (white soup on black) pants and the floor. And also on the garbage cans. Perfect!!
I really hope no one walks in on me cleaning this up, it's EVERYWHERE!
I hear footsteps, CRAP! Thankfully it is a woman on my team, who I adore working with. She looks at me, she looks at the microwave, then at my pants and says "what happened?". I laughed through the story as she helped me clean up my big 'ole goopy soup mess.
No one else walked in while I was cleaning up the soup explosion of the century. I'll be heading home now to finish the rest of my work day in clean, non-soup laden pants.
I went to the break room/kitchen on my floor at work to put soup in the microwave. A few minutes later I go back to retrieve my food and this is when the fun begins..
My low fat cream like soup decided to explode in the microwave. Lovely! It was everywhere, and I mean in every nook and cranny in the microwave. One that is shared by a handful of people. I have to get this cleaned up quickly I thought to myself.
I picked up the soup container to throw it away. I get within 2 inches of the garbage and I drop it. The remaining soup in the container splatters all over my (white soup on black) pants and the floor. And also on the garbage cans. Perfect!!
I really hope no one walks in on me cleaning this up, it's EVERYWHERE!
I hear footsteps, CRAP! Thankfully it is a woman on my team, who I adore working with. She looks at me, she looks at the microwave, then at my pants and says "what happened?". I laughed through the story as she helped me clean up my big 'ole goopy soup mess.
No one else walked in while I was cleaning up the soup explosion of the century. I'll be heading home now to finish the rest of my work day in clean, non-soup laden pants.
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