What the fuck. I volunteered to work a night shift and was pretty tired. I decided to make a cup of coffee in order to stay awake.
I waited an hour for my coffee to cool down.
Imagine my surprise when I go to take my first sip and see you, dear spider, perched on the edge of my cup.
You scared the crap out of me.
Imagine your surprise when I screamed and dropped my coffee, spilling it all over the floor. I looked as clumsy as a customer.
I'm sorry I stepped on you fifty-seven times. I was pissed. And I wanted to make sure you were dead and wouldn't come find me in the middle of the night to crawl in my mouth.
Maybe in your next life you'll learn not to sit on a cashier's coffee cup when she really needed that coffee to stay awake.
Yours in faith,