:: urban calligraphy ::

So today is my day off from work and I decided to check out this new/renovated produce store on my way home from class this morning. It ended up being really cute and I came out with a bag loaded with satsuma oranges, peaches, grapes, corn on the cob, tomatoes, radishes, and avocadoes. But, I also needed to buy milk, and they didn’t carry anything except produce at the store I had just been in. So, my milk required a special trip to Thrifties on my way home.

Back at the apartment, I was juggling my 3 bags of groceries in one hand, my milk jug and keys in the other while trying to fumble for the elevator button. I tried to press the button with the milk jug itself and as I did so, I lost my grip on the carton and it crashed to the floor, spilling its contents ALL OVER the tiles. I stood there in horror for a moment as the milk splashed up my pant legs and onto my flipflops before snapping to it and grabbing the milk jug off the soaked ground. I felt like I was fleeing a crime scene as I stabbed anxiously at the elevator button again and hopped inside leaving a giant pool of milk evidence behind. (Don’t worry, I went back down and cleaned it up.)

No crying over spilled milk, right??