On a sunny Moab morning I was standing behind the Green Weenie in Sevenmile Canyon, getting my breakfast stuff ready. Nothing was out of the ordinary. The green cup (seen at bottom) was sitting nearby on top of a plywood travel box and was full of orange juice. While preparing cereal I made a grand, sweeping gesture with my right arm, probably reaching for something. My hand hit the green cup just as a golf club would hit a ball off a tee, sending the cup and its contents flying.

The cup flew about two feet, landing in the box shown here---a hole-in-one! Drops of orange juice flew all over the place, but most of the juice accompanied the cup into the box, creating a puddle. I am a neatness freak, so imagine my state of mind when I realized what I had done. For an instant I cursed myself for being so careless. But as I grabbed paper towels I had to laugh about the situation. Twenty-five minutes later the mess was cleaned up.

The next time I did laundry the load was larger than normal, because juice had landed on a few items of clothing lying on top of a duffel bag. I took this experience as an opportunity for personal growth (I learned not to swing at cups of orange juice). And yes, those yellow droplets ARE orange juice, nothing else.

I disavow any knowledge of being an idiot.