Well, this one starts out normal enough. I am cruising home after a long day of work and there I see it;

A big Slurpee cup with the lid still on sitting right on the curb. Naturally, I am thinking, "what the heck?"

What would you do? Well, I did what Hunter would do and I swing by to pick it up. You sure can't just leave it sitting there.

Oh, by the way, did I mention it was THREE-FOURTHS FULL? Ya, it was!

Needless to say, a BIG Slurpee is an odd shaped cup - a trough really- and it is very difficult to hold onto with one hand while you are biking (even more difficult to hold onto with two hands). It was stupidly not designed to fit into a bike's drink cage.

So, I am carrying this thing and my hands are getting cold and it is getting curiously more and more heavy with each passing stop sign. Pretty soon, it starts feeling like a box car, so big and heavy.

Rainman, you know what happens next. Yup, C-R-A-S-H! My front wheel hits the curb and I go flying like the cannon-man from P.T. Barnum Circus.

Flying is always an interesting thing, but the landing was even more titilating. True to form, I landed chest first; just like my judo teacher taught me, but backwards. The really interesting thing was that the big slurpee did not spill. What a wonder of modern science that lid is! Somehow, when I opened my eyes, there it was, all whole and everything laying right by my eyebrow. This was the first time I noticed it was a Green Slurpee.

Once mounted on my steel steed again with Slurpee in hand, I had a new respect for this hearty beverage and it's noble container. The crash had taken a lot out of me, but the Slurpee was not even dazed.

Perhaps it was the wonderment of this curiously resiliant liquid or maybe I just wasn't thinking straight due to the crash, but next thing I knew, I was sipping from that which only minutes ago I had just met on a street corner!

I was horrified at my own actions. "Oh my, what have I done?!"

Oh, oh, excuse me. This is getting too long. Shall I continue?