I got home at about noon after dealing with a couple of the problem children of society, the people who think of the judge as their Dad, who will forgive them if they have any kind of cockamamie excuse because that's how it worked in their homes. Before heading upstairs, I made a couple sandwiches, one for me and one for Stacey, and her favorite concoction of orange juice and ginger ale.
She offered me the rest of her mocha, which the J-dogg had picked up on his morning excursion to Starbucks. Normally, I nuke her mocha, since I like mine just this side of scalding hot and Stacey likes hers to the left of lukewarm. Instead of the norm, I took a latte I made last night from the fridge to add to the mocha before going nuclear. I took the plastic lid off Stacey's venti mocha. There was a black fly floating on its back, lifeless.
Man, what luck!! I'm wondering what would have happened to the fly in the mocha if I hadn't made my discovery and if I had nuked it ... other than me drinking it, that is.
And who the hell put how did the fly get in the mocha?
What did you do to piss off the barista at Starbucks?
Or does Stacey think you're not getting enough protein?
Posted by: lucy at April 6, 2005 07:20 PMI was all juked thinking about the orange juice and ginger ale combination wondering if it's better than the oj/Mountain Dew cocktail we drink and you ruined it forever. I hate flies more than roachie bugs. Damn.
Posted by: vfh at April 6, 2005 10:10 PM
tell j-dogg next time to tell Starbucks to hold the fly!
- Dana
Posted by: -d at April 6, 2005 11:01 PMIt would have been interesting to know what it tasted like had you taken the experiment further. One of my assistants made me spider tea once, she said she didn't do it on purpose.
Posted by: Anji at April 8, 2005 02:24 AM