The Orange Juice Incident

A true story about the mysterious incident involving orange juice.

 

The Orange Juice Incident

Light peeked steadily around the houses. Every house was painted the same – dark brown and tan, but in the morning, each was their own shade of red and gold. The sun lifted its head up a little further until its glow hit a house with window shades wide open to welcome it in. It was in this house that a strange and unexplainable event was about to take place.

 The morning began with me routinely putting waffles in the toaster and taking orange juice out of the fridge. I thought, as I began to shake the carton, that I actually felt a little more awake this morning than usual. Orange juice splattered in my face. It ran down my forehead like sweat and left an impossible stickiness. I had to chuckle a little, then I cleaned up and poured some juice in a glass. Unfortunately, my aim was a little off and more orange juice quickly spilled down the cabinets in a small waterfall. I wiped that all up quickly with a towel, then got the waffles and, with those in one hand and the glass in the other, headed towards the living room.

There is nothing more annoying than running into a wall, whether it hurt or not. On my way to the living room, my elbow hit the wall really hard, making half my glass of orange juice slosh up my arm and to the floor. The second time had still been somewhat funny, but a third time? I got the towel and cleaned everything up once more. Then, I set the glass down very carefully away from the edge of the counter, very slowly filled the glass, then very cautiously picked it up and carried it to the living room like a live grenade.

I was relieved to get all the way across the room, and even to the couch. However, when I attempted to set the glass down, I misjudged where the edge of the cup holder was by just a tiny bit. There was a loud bang from the glass and the orange juice made a spectacular leap out of the cup, and trickled down into just about every unreachable crevice possible in the couch. The poor soggy little towel didn’t have a chance; I took a roll of paper towels and a sponge. The waffles were cold by the time I was ready to eat, and tasted suspiciously like oranges.

Luckily, there were no more major spills after that. The couch stayed sticky for days no matter how I tried to clean it, so that every time you sat down it would make a funny scratching sound. It took a couple of days to clean up all the mysterious spots on the floor where your socks would stick. It would’ve been just an ordinary morning if it hadn’t been for that glass of orange juice.

Author's Note

This was actually an assignment for school, so it seemed to me that it wasn't written in a very "story-like" way. I'd like to know if you think it's funny at all. And it's honestly a true story, though in real life there were several more spills than that.

Reviews

[Amy D. Brooks]

hahaha! This is awesome. The cosmos defy your desire for orange juice!

[Triss Chandury]

Its so random but I love the fact that this is a true story! Also I'm glad that I finally was able to hear of the mysterious orange juice incident which I have heard you mention once or twice. Its odd though...doesn't that sound like something I'd do?

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

LMAO! That seems like something the both of us would do. Orange juice is probably one of the most stickiest messes around. This is a really funny story, but I'd hate to know the other incidents without being hideously reminded of spills of my own. lol Awesome story! Keep up the great work! ^^

Eternally Yours,
Jasmine*