Yesterday, I almost killed my MacBook. My dad warned me not to position drinks in close proximity to my shiny, aluminum, first major-credit-card investment, but I've always considered myself an agile person who never spills anything. Of course, my tall glass of Arnold Palmer Iced Tea Lemonade had to prove me wrong.
I can't remember the series of events that led me to cursing loudly and frantically running for paper towels, but I was scared for my laptop. My MacBook has been a real pal over the past few months-- and like a clumsy drunken friend at a bar, I spilled my drink over my buddy.
No more drinks by the laptop. Ever again.
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