Spilling things

This week's memory post is admittedly very random--times that things have been spilled. Obviously, in no way is this every time something has been spilled.

At a primary Christmas party when I was in third (maybe second) grade, they gave us donuts and "hot chocolate"--it was just chocolate milk heated up, which for some reason tasted weird and had a little film that formed on top. Well, I spilled mine all over the table in the cultural hall, so some of the leaders ran to get things to wipe it up with, and I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there helpless while they cleaned up, and I futilely put my little brown napkin in the chocolate milk puddle on the table. After we had had our refreshments and they had given us candy canes, a tiny Devan Gubler went into the chapel and up to the microphone, which was on, saying "My candy cane!" We could hear him in the hall. We told his mom, and she just said, "Silly!"

Sometime around that age, I went to a sleepover at my cousins' house. My cousin Joey got a can of red creme soda and opened it in the living room. It fizzed all over the carpet, which they had recently replaced. My aunt was quite upset about it, and as she cleaned it up, she kept saying, "Dang it, you!" while he nonchalantly sipped his soda.

When I was in seventh grade, my mom took me and my cousin April and her boyfriend to a mall and the food court. As I was bringing a tray with a cup of Sprite over to our table, the cup fell off the tray and spilled all over. My mom went to get someone to clean it up, and since I was taking Spanish, I remarked dejectedly to my cousin and her boyfriend, "Qué suerte" (What luck).

One November day, I was in my Ritzville, Washington, mission apartment, with a cup of water on my desk. I think I might have had a mild cold, which was why I had water on my desk. Well, my desk wasn't very organized, so at one point I spilled the water all over my scriptures. I put my scriptures on the floor of our bedroom while I pointed a fan at the pages. To this day, my Pearl of Great Price has wrinkles in it from the incident. Good thing I only drank water!

After I had been home for about a month, in December 2009, we were having a family game night the week after Christmas. My niece, Allie, was six and wanted to play "Guess which song I'm humming with me." My mom told me I was a good uncle. Allie had some hot chocolate, and at one point she spilled it on the table and carpet. Her mom became mad at her, and my mom thought she was overreacting and being overly mean.

Then two years ago, my sweet-bro roommate, Chad, invited me to a Sunday dinner at a family friend's house. I agreed to go, but I decided to drive separately. He didn't tell me where he was going as I was following, and he kept changing lanes, and then he took the freeway to get from Provo to Orem, which I found ridiculous. Anyway, the dinner was very awkward, because I knew no one there, and I'm inherently awkward, and all his buddies were fellow sweet-bros. I don't know what I am, but I'm not a sweet-bro. In the course of dinner, Chad accidentally knocked over a glass of water, and it got all over the table, and me, and the chair. Not knowing what to do, I just stood around while Chad grabbed a dish towel to wipe it up. (I told you I was inherently awkward!) He apologized for spilling on me, and one of the women there said, "And in his suit!" I didn't think it would help to tell them that I had just had the suit drycleaned. (The women at that dinner were nice. They weren't as bro-like and asked questions relevant to me. One of them had worked for the Church Educational System, so she knew about BYU Studies, where I was interning at the time.) Chad had invited me to several dinners before, but I never went; but he never invited me again.