
The Splash Zone
I dropped a full cup of water down the front of my dress in the middle of a packed event. Lights low, three speakers on stage, a full room locked in, and there I go, soaked to the skin.
What I didn't clock until the water was already in the air is that everyone near me was in the splash zone.
Same few drops hit a handful of women. Most laughed. Some called it refreshing in a hot room. And one looked at me like a fire breathing dragon, ready to take me out over water she could have wiped off with a napkin. Same splash. Same room. Same second. Completely different woman looking back at me.
That…
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