You Almost Made Me Drop My Croissant

Picture this: it’s Saturday morning. The sun is shining, birds are chirping (probably), and I’m finally treating myself to a buttery, flaky croissant from the bakery down the street.

Life is good. I’m halfway home, savoring each delicious bite, when BAM! The near-disaster struck.

The Great Sidewalk Scare

It all started with a squirrel. Now, I usually find squirrels rather charming. They’re furry, they’re busy, and they seem generally harmless, unless you’re a bird feeder.

But this particular squirrel, let's call him Nutsy, was on a mission. A mission, I presume, involving acorns, world domination, or possibly just pure, unadulterated chaos.

He darted right in front of me! Full sprint. Zero regard for pedestrian traffic, or indeed, the sanctity of my precious croissant.

The Reflex

My arms flailed. I gasped. The croissant wobbled precariously. It was hanging by a thread of buttery goodness!

For a split second, the world went silent. All I could see was that golden, crescent-shaped marvel about to plummet to the unforgiving sidewalk.

Luckily, years of honing my reflexes (mostly from avoiding dropping ice cream cones as a child) kicked in. I managed to right myself, clutching the croissant like it was a winning lottery ticket.

A Moment of Reflection (and a Bite)

Nutsy, meanwhile, had scampered up a tree, seemingly oblivious to the near-tragedy he had just caused. He probably thought it was a game.

I, however, needed a moment. A moment to compose myself, check for lasting trauma (the croissant-related kind), and assess the damage.

The good news? The croissant was safe. Slightly squished, perhaps, but structurally sound. And still incredibly delicious.

The Squirrel Apology (in my head)

I glared up at Nutsy, who was now casually grooming himself on a branch. “You owe me one, buddy,” I muttered under my breath.

Of course, he didn’t hear me. Or, if he did, he certainly didn’t care.

But I like to think, in some tiny corner of his squirrel brain, he felt a twinge of guilt. Maybe he even regretted almost causing me to drop my beloved breakfast.

The Moral of the Story

So, what’s the takeaway from this near-disaster? Well, first, be aware of your surroundings. Squirrels are unpredictable creatures, especially when baked goods are involved.

Second, always have good reflexes. You never know when you might need to save a croissant from certain doom.

And finally, cherish every bite. Life is short, and croissants are precious. Appreciate them while you can, before a rogue squirrel decides to play chicken with your pastry.

From now on, I will always be extra vigilant during my Saturday morning bakery run. You never know when Nutsy and his furry friends will strike next.

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll start carrying a spare croissant. You know, just in case.