Funny story. Well not funny to me but it may be to some of you. I'm driving into work this a.m. and I have a can of icey cold Coke on my passenger seat for a refreshing treat at lunch. I'm shooting down the expressway and proceed to get off at my exit. I'm zooming up the exit and the light turns yellow. I have enough time to safely make it but I must maintain my brisk speed. I drift er turn left and Mr. Soda goes flying onto the floor. Didn't think much of it at the time. I leave it on the floor because a.) I'm too busy driving and b.) I can't reach it. I hit the second light off the expressway and stop. So the shiney red can has been rolling around building pressure for about a minute or so. As the light goes green the pop rolls back at mach 2 speeds and gets punctured by one of the seat brackets sending carbonated beverage everywhere. When I say everywhere I mean EVERYWHERE. It hit the cabin roof, front window, passenger door, window, seat, various dash areas, and me! I'm trying to shift and block the flow of pop directed at me and the white shirt I have chosen to wear today. So right now I'm in the process of cleaning the car. I can't really get at it until I can get access to my cleaners at home. And I don't really have time to clean it because I have to pick up my tux for the wedding I'm in this weekend, get a haircut, return some shorts I bought and decided I don't like, and shop for a wedding gift.
