"You think I'm joking..."
Big mistake. Huge.
I tend to be a little on the clumsy side in the morning, and wearing a white shirt to work is not in my best interest.
I splattered mocha all over me.
I'm not exactly sure how it happened; I think somone made it too runny, and it just splattered everywhere when I hit the pump with the force that I normally use.
It got on my shirt, my hands, the wall, the cup, the bottles of flavored syrup, the espresso machine, and the counter. I even thought I felt a few drops on my neck, and I asked my coworker Paul if there was any there.
He said "No, but you have a few drops on your face. They look like little freckles though."
I laughed because he said it in such a way that made me not believe him...I thought it was just having fun with me.
Then he said "You think I'm joking..."
And I did. The entire day, I thought he had been kidding.
I just got home and looked in the mirror though. And Paul wasn't kidding.
I have little brown mocha spots on my face.
I have chocolate all over my face in the form of nasty little spots.
Sick.