Just when you want to make a good impression

Why is it that when you want to make a good impression, something happens that just messes that all up. Imprortant whale of a big-wig was coming to visit an operation. Just before he arrived, 6 oz. of my first coffee of the day spilled across the desk, soaking everything in its path. It’s a lot more liquid than you’d imagine when you’re attempting to mop it up with towels that are less absorbant than copy paper. Is Bounty too much to ask for?