Well, whaddya know!
I didn't think I had a story, but here's a little offering I've just remembered.

I was staying over at a college friend's house for the first time and her parents very kindly served me a glass of cool fresh orange juice to calm my fizzling hangover. I sat on the sofa, wrapped in a disheveled but snuggly pink dressing gown and was slowly coming to terms with the day.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, one of her tiny terriers bounds onto the arm of the sofa, jumps onto my lap for a split second before galloping away. If I'd been any more hungover I'd have missed the fact that one of it's small but grubby paws had landed square in my drink.

I shuffled back to the kitchen and had to ask awkwardly and in my utmost "talking to parents" voice, if I could possibly have a fresh glass of juice as the dog had stood in mine.

The night before I had almost kicked the hapless animal up the stairs as I didn't see it chasing my legs in the dark corridor and so I imagine this was a form of canine revenge for my drunken clumsiness.
( e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Fri 19 Sep 2008, 14:46, Reply)