Well, it finally happened. I knew it would happen sooner or later, considering how little people pay attention to where they're going while they powerwalk through the hallways to their next meeting. (This guy had to be a program manager. I'd, like, bet money that he was a PM. You can tell PMs apart from developers and testers by the way they walk: PM-dar.) Today I was brutalized by a coffee-wielding marauder. I was walking straight, and he turned a corner quickly and, fearing for his life, lashed out at me with a coffee-based attack. I've gotten enough of it out that I might be able to fix my shirt later using Shout, but I'll be smelling like coffee all day today.
UPDATE: I think that the shirt looks okay. Maybe in bright light you can tell that it's a little tinted, but there aren't bright lights in my house.
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