Comic, Playwright, Non-Essential Artist

Coffee

Spiller

Just for today, I am a spiller. Yesterday, I ordered a Chai Freddo from Pete’s Coffee and promptly spilled it all over the condiments counter. My first impulse was to flee the scene, but it was too late, everyone saw me do it. All I could think of to do was to do the unthinkable and boldly asked the guy behind the counter for another. He gladly obliged while asking another employee to clean up the dripping counter and river of iced Chai that the patrons stepped over while they glared at me. Some people in this world are insanely nice and Pete’s Coffee employes a few of them. Unfortunately, since as far back as I can remember I have always been a spiller. My father screamed at me repeatedly for spilling milk at the table. Once, at a meeting, I spilled a large coffee drink in the center of the room right as the speaker begans sharing about her abusive childhood. I guess when life gets uncomfortable, the first thing that goes is my coordination. Or maybe I secretly like the drama of it. Either way, just for today I can accept that I’m a spiller.