Disaster struck early and it struck hard for me at work this morning. McDonald's was very kind to donate breakfast for all of our phonebank volunteers this morning - and I pass by the McDonald's on my drive in to the studio - so I volunteered to stop and pick up the food.
Imagine this - 15 Egg McMuffins, 15 sausage biscuits, 15 Cinna-melts, 25 hasbrowns, and 15 large (steaming hot) cups of coffee. All packed into one very large cardboard box. The guy at McDonalds loaded the box into my car and off I went. I parked at the front of our building and traversed my way through ice and snow to get to the front doors. There are two sets of doors to get through to get into the building, and I made it through the first set just fine. The second set was a little more tricky, and I carefully balanced the box on my lifted knee as I tried to wrangle with the door. The entire time our security guard was just standing there looking at me...such a gentleman. Just as I thought, you know - I am going to put the box down and prop open the door -kerploosh! The bottom of the box broke loose and so did a torrent of scalding hot, premium roast McDonalds coffee. From the knees down, my precious khakis were now steaming with piping hot coffee. Have I mentioned how hot the coffee was? Yes, I'm pretty sure I have third degree burns on my legs and feet. At this point, the security guard opens the door and says "You know, I was just thinking that I should have opened the door for you."
So, there I was, standing in a steaming, soggy pile of coffee, hash browns, and Egg McMuffins. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But I ended up laughing hysterically - Megan, if you had only been there it would have made the situation perfect. Luckily, most of the food was salvageable, but the cups of coffee and soaked packs of sugar had to be tossed. The jury is still out on what can be done with the scalded flesh on my legs, and I fear the worst for my khakis and favorite pair of argyle socks.