I swallowed a fly. It managed to make it's way into my carefully guarded morning Pepsi and I swallowed it. It ruined my breakfast. The entire office stopped to stare at the crazy gringa coughing a sputtering like she's smoked a pack a day for 30 years. The worst part of the whole situation is that I haven't been able to get that stupid song about the old lady who swallowed a fly out of my head for three days now.
I don't know why I swallowed a fly. Perhaps I'll die.