It is said that the glass is either half-full or half-empty, depending on your point of view. I tend not to worry either way. What concerns me is where the contents have gone/could end up any second.
It never ceases to amaze me how such a small amount of liquid can spread over an unfeasibly large area, and make everything so wet.
This was my experiece, yet again, the other day in spilling an apparently miniscule amount of orange juice. How could I need to change and wash my soaked clothes, along with the dripping blanket and, half a kitchen roll later appear to have the same volume of juice in my glass as before?
I had recently thought this particular habit of spilling/dropping/knocking-over drinks (whilst sober) had been improving, until 'Drink the Bar Dry' at the Student's Union a couple of weeks ago.
Half way through the evening, this time I simply lost my grip on a glass. I blame it being a silly plastic flexible glass - though it might be just as well that it was! Given I had survived my first few drinks safely, I'd obviously let my guard down.
It was in the much classier venue later, where a friend had insisted on buying a round of hideously expensive Long Island Iced Teas that the spectacular happened. From about 5 inches above the table, my drink again slipped through my fingers... with horror I saw it fall in slow-motion to it's doom. It hit the table, wobbled on it's narrow base and remained upright - not a drop spilt! Hooray! There may be hope for me after all...
