God, I could've died from shame. The guilt is eating at my soul, so here's my confession.
My lunch Monday was a turkey sandwich made with sandwich "thins" -- and it was the multigrain type with little bits of nuts in the bread. So anyway I went back to work and was sitting at my desk when one of those little bits of nut came forward from somewhere in my mouth and landed on the tip of my tongue. Without thinking, I puffed out a tiny little bit of air to flick that thing off my tongue toward my little trash bin. But wouldn't you know it, that effing granule-size piece of nut shot up at a 45 degree angle like a Tomahawk cruise missle -- OVER my cubicle wall -- and sailed about 12 feet across the room and HIT one of my coworkers on the cheek. He stopped typing abruptly, touched his cheek, then popped his head up and swiveled it around like a periscope.
Before he looked toward me, I literally ducked down behind my cubicle wall to hide. I was soooooooooo ashamed and embarassed, I could've died right then and there. I don't know if he knows. :o:o:o:o:o