What would you do if, after eating your weight in salad, you spilled your delicious, Splenda-sweetened (Whenever possible I prefer to to eat, not drink, my calories, unless it's beer/wine.) Jason's Deli iced tea in the elevator?
You're on your way up to the 37th floor, mind you, with no supplies with which to remedy the situation you've created with your clumsiness. Good job.
GO.
You're on your way up to the 37th floor, mind you, with no supplies with which to remedy the situation you've created with your clumsiness. Good job.
GO.
