Messy me.
Why is it I can never eat a meal without spilling it down my shirt? OK, I’ll give you that it’s not every meal, but I would say it would be a fifty – fifty split, which would be a conservative estimate. It doesn’t matter where I am, I can’t say it only happens when I’m out as it happens at home too.
I think this is genetic, my mother does this all the time too, and maybe it’s not necessarily the spilling that is genetic but where it lands – right in the middle of ample bosom land, and this I am assured I do get from my mother.
Now I have a friend that is flat chested, if you cut off her head you wouldn’t be able to pick her as a girl, she has the spilling gene also, but all her spills land straight in her lap! Much, much easier to hide.
It has come to the point that I am consciously aware of it now and take extra care that it does not happen, but still the spills just keep coming.
My worst experience to date was a few months back when I went out to lunch with a friend, we had Chinese and – you guessed it – chop sticks. Now I am not an old hat to the chopstick phenomenon but I wouldn’t starve if they were the only form of eating tool. On this day I did not have one, but three separate spills. The front of my shirt was looking a little like the buffet table itself!
Once my hideous friend had stopped laughing, which took a while let me tell you, she told me she wanted to go to a nearby shop before we left to get something. I looked down at my shirt, she started to laugh AGAIN and said “too bad, come on…..” I love my friends.
Now luckily, all was not lost I had purchased something earlier and I used the bag as cover, you know where you cross your arms over your chest as you hold the bag close to you. This, I am sure looked ridiculous, but not as much as buffet shirt would have.
So I followed her around the shop in a childlike, “are you done yet?” fashion and finally she was.
We went home and I discarded said shirt to the washing pile and put on a fresh one in readiness for the next meal.
Maybe I should just get a bib and be done with it.
I think this is genetic, my mother does this all the time too, and maybe it’s not necessarily the spilling that is genetic but where it lands – right in the middle of ample bosom land, and this I am assured I do get from my mother.
Now I have a friend that is flat chested, if you cut off her head you wouldn’t be able to pick her as a girl, she has the spilling gene also, but all her spills land straight in her lap! Much, much easier to hide.
It has come to the point that I am consciously aware of it now and take extra care that it does not happen, but still the spills just keep coming.
My worst experience to date was a few months back when I went out to lunch with a friend, we had Chinese and – you guessed it – chop sticks. Now I am not an old hat to the chopstick phenomenon but I wouldn’t starve if they were the only form of eating tool. On this day I did not have one, but three separate spills. The front of my shirt was looking a little like the buffet table itself!
Once my hideous friend had stopped laughing, which took a while let me tell you, she told me she wanted to go to a nearby shop before we left to get something. I looked down at my shirt, she started to laugh AGAIN and said “too bad, come on…..” I love my friends.
Now luckily, all was not lost I had purchased something earlier and I used the bag as cover, you know where you cross your arms over your chest as you hold the bag close to you. This, I am sure looked ridiculous, but not as much as buffet shirt would have.
So I followed her around the shop in a childlike, “are you done yet?” fashion and finally she was.
We went home and I discarded said shirt to the washing pile and put on a fresh one in readiness for the next meal.
Maybe I should just get a bib and be done with it.
5 Comments:
At 12:45 pm, Seeker said…
You Rule!
Thanks for the writing now keep it up. I have added you to my spot for the peeps who ride the short bus. There are only a select few that receive this honor so wear it well my dear!
At 1:42 pm, Nord said…
Seek, (may I call you Seek?) You have made my day an I thank you. As for the story telling it like a tap has been turned on this stuff just keeps on coming. I am currently bathing in the love and, oh, and right back at you, (in a platonic, non sexual kinda way).
At 1:35 am, Seeker said…
Yeah Seek is fine. No problemo. cheerio matey and all that Ozzie shite =)
At 1:02 pm, AGB 1 said…
I find this post to be titillating.
At 1:32 pm, Nord said…
Dastard, you are nasty!
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