So last night the fancy schmancy radio in my car needed a little tweak which required me to sit in the car for a few minutes while a satellite zapped some information to my radio. Brent and I were having a little wine with our pasta, so here's what I thought to myself, "I shall take the rest of this glass of wine out to the car with me while I sit and wait for the zapping of my radio."
I got into the car and realized there was no good place to set my wine glass. Well, there shouldn't be, should there? There should NOT be a wine glass holder on the driver's side of the car or, really, anywhere in the car.
Now, this is the moment I should have said to myself, "This is not a good idea, dear. Take this glass back into the house." But -- no -- I did not do that. I placed it on the center console . . . and immediately knocked it off all over myself and the front seat and the front floor mat and all those handy little cubbies they put in the front of cars for you to stash your coins or maps or whatever.
You saw that coming, didn't you? Why didn't I?
I cleaned up the best that I could, but I just really, really, really don't want to get pulled over in the next few weeks. What am I going to say? "Well, officer, I had this bag of grapes and they slid under the seat and we didn't notice until they fermented . . . um . . . into wine."