Upon arriving home yesterday after the weekly Monday supermarket trip, it came to my attention that my orange juice was open.
Seal broken, inner lining pushed in.
When I returned to the market today, they exchanged my juices graciously, after scrutinizing each sealed cap.
Once again, upon arriving home, I broke the seal on my new OJ carton, only to realize that the inner lining was still pushed in.
Uh-oh. This is how they come. Perhaps in a dazed state of mind, I did in fact, unseal yesterday’s OJ before opening. I have begun to question my sanity.
Not to fret, OJ got his revenge (Yes, OJ is masculine).
While making breakfast for dinner, I turned around, cutting board in hand, and knocked a full glass of juice over, covering the counter, floor and unfortunately, my bed sheets. (For those of you not in SoKo, we Korean expats live in a “one-room,” therefore, it makes complete sense that my bed is next to my kitchen counter).