...the sequel "An Expensive Way to get Burned"

I must admit that my post about my "outing" was not quite complete. Abbie got to hear the sequel and decided that it was blogging material. :) I had left it out from the earlier post because the first post seemed so...perfect, picturesque, or at least somewhat. But real life doesn't seem to be like that, does it? Typical of my "blunder-through-things-style" I didn't complete my Starbucks trip all that successfully. It was mighty hot in there (and somewhat stressful...the line was huge!) so off came my coat; when the coffees were ready I had my coat draped over one arm and the coffees stacked one on top of the other. I know, I shouldn't have, but I though that it would work. Just as I was reaching for the door handle the unthinkable happened...the very hot, steaming, scalding mocha tipped and a good amount spilt all over me! Wow! What an expensive way to get burned! I kept going right out that door, at that moment I felt like a dog who would probably have his tail between his legs running out of there, I had to get away. I felt like all the fancy pants Starbucks people were secretly grinning to themselves as they watched me escape, knowing that I couldn't sue them for my mistake...the ultimate one...the one that all places that sell coffee protect themselves against knowing that fumbley people like me would buy their coffee . How do they protect themselves? Well at the bottom of that beautiful red cup there is the phrase (loosely quoted), "hot contents...caution". Hot indeed!