by Smitty
The pumpkin spice latte drifted across my nose, and I chuckled.
“What’s that about?” she demanded.
“Oh, that smell returns me to High School. Math class. I had one on the floor. Ten minutes into class, the teacher notices it and demands that I dispose of it.”
“What’s funny about getting busted?”
“Nothing. Speaking of busts, though, Alice sat nearby.”
“And?”
“*She* had a bust. And perfume. And these sweaters, and so forth.”
“So?”
“Well, I was too. . .distracted. . .to dispose of the offending cup.”
“A-hah!”
“Thank God for the coat I was wearing, which covered my midriff well enough.”
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via Darleen