Back to the Saltmines Monday. . .

As the saying goes, the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. About 60 minutes after snapping these two photographs, several large drops of coffee somehow managed to leap through the small drinking hole cut into the plastic top of my disposable coffee cup and landed right in my lap!

Grrrrr!!!

Fortunately, I managed to dab most of it up carefully with the paper napkin I had on hand, and the remaining moisture dried to the point of near invisibility by the time of my first class at 10:20. But this particular pair of pants must now visit the dry-cleaner, which is always an iffy proposition. Sigh.

I know. I know. I can almost hear the muffled derisive laughter from the peanut gallery now. "Serves him right that pompous ass!" Ahhhhh, Schadenfreude.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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