The standing average is about one a month, totally ruined.
It’ll usually happen sometime between 7 and 11 am, but it’s worse when it’s in the afternoon. Sometimes they’re pale blue or grey but usually white.
A moment of distraction and a lukewarm dribble of pitch-black invades the virgin cotton. Somehow, despite thirty-odd years of using it, I still don’t know where my mouth is.
I cannot count the number of shirts I have ruined from a moment’s lack of presence.
There’s an old proverb that says, “When drinking tea, drink tea.”
This is very sound advice for life, not just because it’s important to be mindful about what we do, to stay in the moment, and enjoy the little things in life.
But also because if you don’t, you’ll probably ruin your shirt.
Now, that’s wisdom.