Not too long ago I jirbled coffee onto my laptop keyboard at work. I absorbed what I could with a tissue and then took it to the longsuffering folks in CIS. Without obvious eye-rolling, the Help Desk student began to dismantle it to see if I had caused irreparable harm. (Pause for Pepsi Syndrome flashback.) After removing multiple panels and around fifteen microscopic screws, he came to the innermost drops of coffee, swabbed up the offending moisture, blasted the laptop innards with compressed air, and commenced the reassembly. Not one screw was left over: a sure sign of a competent technician.
I have had a hand tremor for I don’t know how long that has lately become a threat to my electronic equipment. Not only do I occasionally jirble my coffee, my eyeliner sometimes resembles a line of Morse code. Keeping Dennis’ frequent and out loud frustration with overconfident major league outfielders in mind, I now “USE TWO HANDS” to carry a cup of coffee. Whether this is a benign side effect of a medication or just me being me, it’s annoying, but I shake it off, shake it off. (My apologies for the obvious pun and the Taylor Swift ear worm.)
“I can’t sprinkle sprinkles on. I lose control when I have sprinkles. I’m shaky. I still remember the great sprinkle accident of 1982.” –Ryan Stiles