Ramen nightmare

As I sit here eating my lime chile and shrimp Marachun instant lunch noodles, I am taken back to a time in elementary school when I brought one of these styrofoam-container-fill-with-hot-water-voila-you-have-sodium-in-the-form-of-lunch soups to school one day. I was sitting there with my friends at the crowded cafeteria table, eating forkfuls of this delicious stuff, when I looked down and saw a spout of liquid pouring out all over the table. It took me a couple seconds, but I realized that it was coming out of my styrofoam soup container; I had stabbed through the side of it with my fork. There was nothing I could do.
I stared at the never-ending, perfect stream of water, humiliated as everyone around me grabbed as much as they could of their lunches that were spread out on the table in hopes of rescuing them from saturation. I felt like a little boy who couldn't hold it any longer, and is therefore peeing in front of the class while all the other kids gasp in horror and shriek "EEEWWW". Not that I was a boy, and nor did I ever pee in front of my class, but I assume the feeling was similar, unable to control this plumbing mishap; all I could do was wait til it was over. Somehow this was worse than merely spilling a drink at a restaurant, because the spilleth-over continued for what seemed like an eternity. If I tried to move it, it would make a mess everywhere else and probably shower other kids, so I just let it go until it ran out of broth to embarrass me with. Lesson learned, I now pour it into a bowl before indulging.

Aside from my sad childhood (totally kidding), I got my car back today! It's funny how one can form a bond with their vehicle. My car's name is Yota (it's small and green, so it's like Yoda, but spelled like Toyota...get it?...). When the body shop came into view as the Enterprise driver gave me a ride, and I saw my car waiting there, a wide grin actually spread across my face. I felt like such a weirdo. Then I wiped the grin off, fearing my driver would see it and think I'm a freak. My rental car had been so heavy but I'd gotten used to it, so when I started driving my Yota back home, it felt like I was on bicycle, it felt so light. Like I was riding a feather. Like I was driving nothing. Like I was a bird......ok I'm done.

PS. Thanks to anyone for reading my blog; and I actually really appreciate comments to know if I'm being funny, or understood, or just appreciated :)