I worked a funeral today. On the way home, I stopped at Sonic for a Diet Coke. I looooovve me some Sonic Diet Coke - it's that pebble ice that does it.
Did you know that you can buy bags of pebble ice for parties - or just for your house if, you know, you wanted to enjoy it at home. I've bought it for parties but never for just my house.
Huh. Now I have a great idea.
Anywho, today I got a free Diet Coke. 44 ounces. The big mamajama. I got that size because, if you fill out the survey, you get a free drink. I fill about about 3 surveys a week.
My name is Carmen and I have a slight Diet Coke problem. Is ok. Half the problem is admitting it, yes?
When I got the drink, I took a sip of it, and sat it in the cup holder. I did this because I'd noticed that the lid wasn't on straight - despite telling the clerk this and she positively JAMMED the lid back on - and so I didn't drink it because I drove home and walked in my house - and I walked into my office. As I did, I took another sip of the drink
And the lid popped off and the drink geysered straight up into the air, and avalanched all over the walls, floor, desk, papers, whiteboards and pictures of my office. By my estimation, I saw 38 or so ounces of fresh Diet Coke - and the PEBBLE ICE - all over the room.
I FLIPPED out. There was a lake of Diet Coke on the (thank GOD for the carpet protector thing that my desk chair sits on, because it kept some of the Diet Coke back - but the area surrounding it was saturated. Completely and thoroughly, immensely soaked. I yelled for towels! and the broom! and the dustpan! and frantically swept pebble ice up from the carpet, where each individual pebble had begun to melt into smaller, though no less deadly in appearance, dark dots of liquid.
I knew, I just knew - that my husband was gong to KILL ME. I was already writing my obit in my head.
I dabbed and blotted and desperately tried to stem the flow of Diet Coke - when my eyes spied a $100 gift certificate for Stanley Steemer that I'd won on another blog giveaway a couple of months ago. I'd been saving it so that I could have the entire house steam cleaned at the end of this month - but I thought I'd see if I could maybe save my life and they could, maybe, possibly, come and clean just one room today.
And, lo! the angels smiled upon me, for the cost of one room cleaning was $100 - and I already knew that from the website, but it was good to have confirmation - and there was a crew in the area just finishing up - although when they arrived, they told me that they were NOT in the neighborhood but almost another city over - and it was cleaned up and my life was spared - within an hour.
It all worked out in the end.
And I went back to Sonic and told them what happened. Think I didn't?