I had a very humbling experience at the 7-11 the other day. My mom took my nephew and cousin to get slurped and I wanted one so I tagged along. When we got there I helped Tommy get one, I put the cap on and started to pull the lever. Wild Cherry slurpee started ooze into the cup, I slowed the flow a little as it reached the top and then I pulled slightly to get the last bit in. In my mind I was thinking I'd show Tommy how slurpee pouring was done.
But suddenly the slurpee surged and sweet, red, ice cold droplets flew through the air-mostly landing on Tommy's face. He looked at me and I looked at him, his facial expression unreadable, I couldn't tell if he was about to cry or laugh and I waited a moment to see how it would all turn out. Neither happened - he looked at me for a few seconds and then he said, "it's really cold." I tried to find napkins but they apparently don't put those out by the coffee anymore. The cashier must have heard the panic in my voice as I tried to find napkins to clean up my nephew. Some of the slurpee had landed on my hand and I had gotten it off, but my hand still had little red stains on it and I worried Tommy's face was going to have red droplet stains.
The cashier gave me some napkins and I got him cleaned up. Then we got slurpees for those who didn't come with us and I had trouble still with the slurpee machine - not as bad as when Tommy was standing there, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I mean - it's not that hard to get a slurpee! That's what I get for thinking I was going to show a five year old how it's done.