Once, the author knocked a soft drink onto the lap of a sweet little lady sitting beside him. The flight attendant came and cleaned her up and brought him a replacement drink. Instantly he knocked ‘it’ onto the woman again. To this day, the author does not remember how he spilled the drink twice on the same lady passenger seated next to him in the aeroplane.
He just remembers reaching out for the new drink and watch helplessly as his arm, like some cheap prop in one of those 1950 horror movies with a name swept the drink from its perch and on to her lap. The sweet lady was a mm. She looked at him with a stupefied expression. She uttered an oath that started with oh! and ended with sake. In between she used some words the author had never heard before in public.
“I don’t know what is more messy, my room or my life. ”