I now know what true loss feels like.

A delicious chai, first thing in the morning, in which I'd only had a few sips.

Once in the parking garage, I put it on the roof of my car along with my purse while I got everything out that I needed. Then, I pulled my purse off the roof and the handle caught around my chai.

And it hit the ground and exploded. I may have cried out in horror. And then I briefly considered licking the ground.

On the bright side, I'm wearing brown pants and shoes so the chai spill isn't really that obvious. Even more fortunately, I'm wearing a white shirt but the explosion didn't reach it.