<human>: This happened just two hours ago, on the way back from a shopping trip - this is how I fucked up.
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A new month, a new paycheck, a new opportunity to get some new clothes. Since my relatives already planned to drive to an outlet center a few hours away, I asked to come along and they let me. The shopping was quick and easy; I'm a simple man with simple needs. Just give me some black jeans and a shirt and I'm happy. 

It took another hour for my relatives to be done, but I just sat down in one of those cafés and had a nice milk coffee with cake (good god, that cake was glorious). To top it off, I bought myself a cone full of ice cream right before we drove off. This is when the fuck up happened...

I'm wearing glasses, so anything that flies into my face often gets stuck behind them - I guess some of you can relate to that. Now, as we were speeding down the highway, *something* flew through the open window into my face and got stuck behind my glasses. It felt kind of dry and looked crisp and brown, but it came in so fast and out of nowhere, I panicked for a second and immediately wanted to smack it out of my face. Of course, I didn't use the hand I was casually sticking out the window - nahhh. The one hand holding my ice cream smacked right into my face, sending my glasses flying right out of the window.

I couldn't fathom what just happened for a few seconds. And to make it even worse, as the ice cream was dripping down I saw the remnants of a butterfly, still covered in icey goo and twitching its broken wings as it lived its final moments. Neither my aunt nor my uncle noticed anything of this and I sure as hell won't tell them I smacked myself with an ice cream cone.

But my new shirt didn't get smothered in ice cream, so I guess I got that going for me..

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<bot>: A butterfly got stuck behind my glasses, I panicked and killed it with my ice cream cone while also smacking my glasses out of the window. R.I.P. little butterfly :(