That should have never happened

 

I don’t really comprehend magnets or magnetic fields.  And I’ll never understand why trailer parks always attract tornados, but they do.

I had just gotten a fresh cup of hot coffee and was walking back to my office when, without warning, the cup broke off from the little handle I had been holding onto.  My finger was still through the little ceramic loop but the cup part and coffee was now splattered all over the floor.

Had the laws of physics taken a holiday?  Did I just cross over a spot of intense gravity?  Maybe ceramic fatigue is a real thing.  I guess it is possible, like the auto industry, failure is built into it, so you’ll have to buy a new one.

Suddenly I thought more highly of the janitor than I did of the CEO.  It was the janitor who was coming to my rescue at the moment, with his crash cart of emergency supplies.  Mop – check, bucket – check, yellow plastic A-Frame, slippery when wet – check.

I couldn’t deny it was me.  I stood there holding the smoking gun, that sort of looked like a matching part of the broken ceramic pieces on the floor.  I felt bad for making such a mess and no longer wanted any coffee.  

By the time I got back to my office I was thinking it should be the janitor’s name on the front door, not the schmuck buying coffee mugs from the lowest bidder.