I walked into a meeting yesterday morning carrying an uncovered fountain drink in my hands. Actually, I walked head-on into the floor-to-ceiling glass door, banging my head and spilling my diet coke all over the glass.

Sadly, I was the last person to arrive for the meeting.

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