I regularly serve Wednesday nights at my wife's ministry and usually bring her dinner prior to the start of the event. Between getting off work, grabbing dinner, and making it to the church, I am always in a mega rush. (Not sure why, but traffic in Bloomington always seems heaviest on Wednesday afternoons!) A few Wednesdays ago, I decided to get us Chipotle for dinner. I eat there pretty frequently, so I can recite my order in my sleep. I got stuck in line behind three college-aged kids who were taking their sweet, sweet time with their order. Getting irritated that they didn't let me go first, I quickly ordered my food and dashed over to the fountain machine to fill our drinks... ...only to accidentally spill Coke Zero all over my pants and floor.