Then some asshat pulls out in front of us and next thing I know, there's this thump splash behind me and a massive toffee smell. The sudden stop made the gorram thing go flying, hit the floor and dump all over the place before I even got a sip.
Done it a hundred times before, never had any trouble with anything falling from those cup holders even in similar situations. No injuries at least, no collisions or burns, doesn't look like I even got any coffee on me somehow. The back of her van's a mess though, carpet and back of the seat, maybe Gazer's spotlifter thingie can clean that up later. Just a mix of frustration, disappointment, and a brief moment of childhhod flashback triggering tears I can't explain.
Every time I think things are going pretty well, and that I might actually be going to work in a good mood for once, the Universe just has to slap me back down again.
