tried to do my good deed for the day.
a friend of mine is sick and so i whipped up a vat of Chicken Dumpling Soup to bring over.
of course, it was packed perfectly when i left the house. rubbermaid container that i'd checked 3 times. also, brought over a loaf of rye bread and a 6-pack of OJ, a couple of sticks of butter. (also a dvd)
all packed with care into my carry on bag i last used to fly home with.
anyhoooooo... as i pulled into the parking lot of Sick Ward M, i laughed to myself at the surprise Irish Penicillin that i was about to deliver.
As I got out of Phooka, I lifted up the carry-on bag as gently and level as i could...
it was then that i gasped at what i saw.
Chicken Soup all over the front seat of my car. Are you EFFING kidding me!?
I mean, I've heard of Chicken Soup for the Soul, but, Chicken Soup for the MINI is unacceptable.
So there I was... knocking on the door and leaking soup all over the place.
The one riddled with disease let me in (I am not afraid of catching the illness because I have half a vat of soup here at home... just in case)
Anyway, I hightailed it to the kitchen --- removed the stupid Rubbermaid container... about an inch or more of broth had spilled out. My heart sunk. Like, seriously, I was really ticked about the lid lifting up.
Worse yet, the rye bread was soaked with soup.
The OJ containers were soaked with soup.
The butter.... okay, well, that was in a different container, so, that was fine. Just soupy on the outside.
and the DVD case ---- I lifted the damned thing and soup came pouring out of it --- luckily I was doing this over the sink.
Speaking of the sink... I was able to pour the rest of the broth out of my carry on bag. Seriously, there was at least a cup of broth on the bottom of the bag.
So much for being smooth and just swooping in like Florence Nightengale... I wound up swooping in like Lucille Ball and wreaking soupy havoc.