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It's a three snooze alarm morning. As I stumble over cats and my own feet I consider, "I need guarana..." Happily, we still have some bawls in the house.
As I try to liberate the screw top from my morning tonic of choice, I think that the damn lids keep getting tighter and tighter. When the lid is finally free, there seems to be a small nick in it's perfectly smooth lip. I gingerly remove a small piece of cobalt blue glass. Crap.
In my younger years, I might have tried to just suck it down from the unbroken side. But I'm older, perhaps wiser, and never that drunk. Of course, the truly wise would have chucked the bottle entirely; but I'm also cheap. What I need is a glass...
Found used glass to hand on my desk. There is residue at the bottom. I spit into it and give it a wipe. Give it a sniff. Damn, milk was here. After a minor quest for clean glass in the kitchen, my bubbly breakfast is out of the bottle and looking strangely larger than I expected in it's new container.
No signs of blue, I'm good. This would be a real dull story if that was it. Towards the end of my quaff, I chance to see a scimitar shaped object besieged by bubbles. I pause. The object is a small quarter moon of blue glass, poised to eviscerate me. Bing! I'm awake. I do finish my drink, taking care to leave the glass behind.
As I try to liberate the screw top from my morning tonic of choice, I think that the damn lids keep getting tighter and tighter. When the lid is finally free, there seems to be a small nick in it's perfectly smooth lip. I gingerly remove a small piece of cobalt blue glass. Crap.
In my younger years, I might have tried to just suck it down from the unbroken side. But I'm older, perhaps wiser, and never that drunk. Of course, the truly wise would have chucked the bottle entirely; but I'm also cheap. What I need is a glass...
Found used glass to hand on my desk. There is residue at the bottom. I spit into it and give it a wipe. Give it a sniff. Damn, milk was here. After a minor quest for clean glass in the kitchen, my bubbly breakfast is out of the bottle and looking strangely larger than I expected in it's new container.
No signs of blue, I'm good. This would be a real dull story if that was it. Towards the end of my quaff, I chance to see a scimitar shaped object besieged by bubbles. I pause. The object is a small quarter moon of blue glass, poised to eviscerate me. Bing! I'm awake. I do finish my drink, taking care to leave the glass behind.
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