Growing up, I had a knack of getting myself embarrased... amongst others, there's an incident where a boy that I had a crush on had a full view at my pink polka-dot bra... from my luggage bag, not from where you think, ok! Being only 14 and a pure breed Convent girl, it was already very embarrasing for me! *dug hole and hid myself*
Today... after nearly 20 years later, I got myself embarrased again.
I had an appointment with a prospect customer early this morning. As her office was only 2 stations away, I took the monorial. Save myself from the morning traffic jam.
I arrived early, so I went to O'Brien's for breakfast. I ordered their promo breakfast set, consisting of 4 triangles of toast and chicken ham sandwich with coffee or tea. I luurrrve coffee but it makes me hyper, so it's tea then. Only RM 7.90 per set; simple but yummy! I ordered an additional Lambda tropical juice in a chilled bottle. The set was quite filling so the bottle of juice was tucked into the document pocket in my laptop bag.
Off I went to see my customer and after a 40 minutes presentation and chat, I left her office. I took a nice relaxing stroll to the monorial station.
There were a number of people in the station. While I was waiting for the train to arrive, my right calf felt ticklish, like there's liquid streaming down. I quickly took a look and was aghast to see bright orange liquid quickly tickling down my calf! Immediatly I knew it was the tropical fruit juice! Arrrghhh!
I quickly rummaged through my laptop bag, felf the bottle and yank it out. I thought there was a leak and the bottle cap was still intact. But no... turned out the bottle cap was totally unscrewed and as I yanked the bottle out quickly, a stream of orange liquid spewed from my bag across a small part of the station!
OH. MY. GOD.
Luckily nobody benefitted from the orange shower.
And as luck has it, the train arrived at that very moment.
With half a bottle of juice still in hand, and another hand holding my laptop bag and handbag, I went in the train with the rest. The moment the door closed, I regretted stepping in the train.
There were no seats available and I got to stand. There's not many people standing (can't hide behind anyone), so I was in full view of the seated passengers.
Looked like there's still a LOT of sticky bright orange juice in the laptop bag, and it continued tickling down my calf... leaving a small orange pool at my foot.
I know, I must be quite a sight :-(
Moral of the story: Never trust a bottle's seal. All bottles leak... worse, the caps can come off totally!
Moral of the story 2: Never enter a train when you are not ready.
~ End of story. Thank you.
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