I had lunch with some new people. I sat at a different people so I could get to know some co-workers I usually don’t associate with. Lunch was delicious: meatloaf and mashed potatoes.*
I was wiping up some of the sauce on a piece of roll. As I bit into it, it somehow fell out of my hand and back on the plate. I picked it up again. As I put it in my mouth it slipped out again and fell into my lap.
I looked up. One person had seen the whoel thing. I said to her, “You saw that, right? I just missed my mouth. Twice!”
I have a feeling I did not impress these new people.
(*Dan Quayle was right. Potatoes is a valid spelling.)