- Birds. When they fly into windows.
- Bugs. When they decide to fight with a windshield.
- My half-full, absolutely delicious Cinnamon Dolce Latte. When I hastily try to clear the checkout counter for the next person at Michael’s.
- My wallet. When it lands in the spilled drink on the floor.
"That is just the saddest thing." Said the lady behind me as she looked forlornly at my poor Starbucks puddle.
Could have been worse. At least I am not the bird.
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