The Dangers of an Audience

The nice, but slightly awkward guy from accounting managed to flip the switch on the coffee machine twice, and now my co-worker and I are cleaning the resulting disaster.

I'm ineffectually wiping up pools and puddles of coffee, more spreading them around than anything else, when she picks up a big wad of paper towels.

"Gotta use 'em like a maxi pad," she says, whacking them down on the counter into the brown, soupy mess.

I must have looked mildly shocked, because she cackles and says, "Yeah, go put that in your blog."