During my usual suburban corporate sponsorship rounds earlier today I had stopped in at Noah’s Bagels. I set my Starbuck’s double-tall-nonfat-cappuccino on the counter so I could pay for my plain Bagel Dog (yummy!). The transaction ensued with no hitches. I returned my wallet to my back pocket and stepped back. I reached for my cappuccino and my hand waved about in empty air. It was gone. Poof. I stepped back and looked around. Nobody else was there. A tumbleweed bounced by. I swear I heard legions of crickets. The missing beverage was not on the floor. It wasn’t on the counter. What the hell? How was this possible? Was I loosing my marbles finally? My face starting to turn red and heat up. I’m embarrassed to be doing this silly dance. It’s only then that I realize that its actually hanging off the front of my stylish fleece outerwear. Yes, unbelievably, the thin plastic edge of the lid had wedged itself between two teeth on my vest’s zipper and was hanging there like James T. Kirk hanging one handed from El Capitan. Frickin’ show off! I grabbed it, uttered “holy crap”, took a big swig, and swaggered out of Noah’s like I planned the whole crazy stunt. Then I went back in for my Bagel Dog. Sometimes you just gotta laugh.