“Whoa!” shouted Will as he slid across the kitchen floor. He had slipped in a small puddle of water that none of us had realized was there. I flashed back to 5 minutes earlier when Sydney had poured herself a drink near that spot.
“You know,” he directed to me, very indignant (and serious), “you should really put a ‘Wet Floor’ sign there or something.”
Oh, yes, let me go to my janitor’s closet and get that right out for you!
