courtesy of: paperpatternsilk
We went out to dinner at our favorite Thai place tonight. Everything was going well. I had ordered my favorite fresh springrolls and a glass of Summit Seasonal. Delish. Just what I needed after a long work week.
Just as I was about to bite into the first springroll, I felt a splash. At first I thought that someone had squirted lemon juice at me....I eyed the surrounding tables suspiciously. But there were no lemons to be found. I wrote it off as a fluke. I figured that since I'm pretty klutzy, maybe I had accidentally sprayed myself with beer...or something.
Soon the drops were hitting my arm, head, and shoulders at a regular rate. There was no way that this was the fault of lemons. I looked down at my plate and saw my spring rolls sitting in a puddle of water. I looked up at the ceiling and was promptly hit in the eye with a drip.
After I convinced my friends that it was, in fact, raining inside the restaurant, and that my food was, in fact, considerably damper than earlier, we flagged down a waitress and changed tables.
The dinner resumed, slightly wetter than before, but nonetheless delicious.