Not ten minutes ago, I was in the kitchen to get a drink after eating some chicken and sausage gumbo. It was tasty but I needed something to wash it down. I would have preferred a small quantity of non-caffeinated Coke but we were out. I had to settle for a glass bottle of Sun-Rype orange juice.
The OJ usually has sediment that settles on the bottom so I was twisting the bottle in my hand, much like those painter mixers do at the paint store. I’m not sure how it happened but the bottle flew out of my hand. I didn’t just drop it, the bottle was flung out of hand. As my brain tried to process what had happened, two things were clear: I wasn’t going to be able to catch the bottle and it was going to shatter into a million pieces on the linoleum.
One outta two ain’t bad. The bottle landed on the linoleum with a loud and solid thud that usually is reserved for things made out of metal. It was intact. I quickly bent down to grab the bottle. I inspected for damage. It took some effort but I saw a tiny hairline crack near the bottom of bottle. Otherwise, it was fine. I was amazed.
Not wanting to take any chances, I poured all the juice into a glass. The amazing little bottle then went into the recyling bin. I then remembered to look at the linoleum tile on the floor. There was a one inch long dent in the tile. It looked like the linoleum had liquified for a split second and parted where the bottle edge had made contact. And the tile wasn’t exactly soft either. Crazy. I wonder if anyone will notice?
And that’s my post about dropping a bottle of orange juice on the floor.