You are currently running late for work. Very late. And in true bad luck's fashion, you have a headache only pure caffeine can hack.

You bounce your leg up and down, frequently checking your watch as you wait for the barista to call your name.

Then, your name is called. You quickly jump up and charge towards the counter, not noticing the young man with his coffee turning around.

Before you can blink, hot coffee is staining your freshly washed white blouse.

"Holy shit! I am so sorry!"