Whenever we go out for coffee, Liz always makes fun of me whenever I undo the lid and reposition it. I take great pain to put the opening on the other side of the seam, as I’ve spilled a lot of coffee on myself in the past whenever the seam lines up with the hole.
Today, when I went out to get coffee, I looked down and saw this:
Sweet, sweet vindication! Perhaps this coffee lid seam thing is a given thing to most people, but I always felt like I was somehow weird or compulsive obsessive in doing this.
Ahhhh. This is why I keep a blog. Not for documenting important birthdays or events… but for the recording of these incredibly small, incredibly petty victories.
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Pareidolia, Coffee, and a Clown in a Gimp Mask
Spilling the (Coffee) Beans
I also do this as a result of numerous coffee drips on clothing.
I thought I was neurotic. Thanks.