Sunday, March 08, 2009

if you give a Cindy a bar of chocolate

Last night while watching a movie I decided to eat a piece of chocolate. Hours later, as I pondered how I was going to get out from behind the dryer, I wondered once again how some people seem to manage to do things like eat chocolate without ending up in sitcom-like situations.

For starters, I guess they probably don't drop some of their chocolate onto the collar of their shirt. If they do, they probably notice this before the movie's over and not after they've gotten melted chocolate all over their clothes and pillowcase. And when they do notice that they've gotten chocolate all over everywhere, maybe they decide not to bother trying to get the stains out.

If they do decide to get the stains out, they probably are able to hunt for stain remover without knocking a bottle of Static Guard behind the dryer. And if they do knock the Static Guard down and decide they need to retrieve it, they probably use something more effective than a hanger. If they do use a hanger, they probably accomplish something other than dropping the hanger back there too. Maybe they go straight to the smarter option of removing one of the French doors from the laundry area so that they can pull the dryer further away from the wall. And when they do pull the dryer out far enough that they can climb over the washing machine and get behind the dryer, they're probably not laughing so hard that they're unable to pull themselves out after retrieving the bottle.

Other than that, though, I can't see what I'm doing wrong.

12 comments:

Chantalita said...

I ate chocolate on my way home from work the other day. When I went to my car later that day I realized that some of it had slipped under my leg and melted there...which could only mean that there was some left on my pants too. I had to stop and think, had I been anywhere else after I left work but before I changed? Thankfully not, but it could have been embarrassing.

Cindy said...

It's dangerous stuff. I actually discovered this morning that I hadn't gotten all of the chocolate off my neck, so I ended up getting some on bedsheets as well. It wasn't even a big chocolate bar to begin with, and I ate most of it, so I don't know how that small piece made such a huge mess.

Adam said...

Chocolate may cause trouble sometimes... but it is so worth it.

rosie said...

Amen to that.

Crutches said...

I'm happy to hear that I am not the only person that has ever gotten one's self stuck behind a dryer.

Cindy said...

I sometimes feel like my purpose in life is to make others feel less stupid and clumsy, so I'm glad to fulfill my purpose.

Fortunately, I didn't remain stuck, since I didn't have a phone with me and my roommate's not coming back until April. I was afraid for a minute that I might become a bizarre newspaper story, and then my sister would feel bad about joking about me dying in a funny way.

rosie said...

To what are you referring? The only jokes I remember about dying in a funny way were about me.

Elizabeth said...

this story made my day!

Cindy said...

Thanks, Elizabeth!

Cindy said...

Rosie, were all of the jokes about you? I don't remember the details of the conversation.

I don't "dryer phobia" would be as funny as "guitar phobia," though. It doesn't have quite the same ring to it.

david.hilton.p said...

Cindy, you are fabulous. And you have the audacity to claim to be boring! You are quite amusing.

Cindy said...

Thanks David! I amuse myself to no end, but it's hard to know if other people find me amusing as well.