I sit in a cafeteria, enjoying a pre-work blueberry muffin and coffee. Four ladies at the sitting area in front of me get up to leave. One grabs her empty coffee cup and shoots it at the uncovered trash receptacle. She is three feet from her mark. Her aim is off, the cup falls to the right. She retrieves the coffee cup and tries again. She misses. She repeats. Misses again. With a defeated face, she places the cup into the trash and follows her friends out. I hold in a smile and think I am better than her. I am so full of myself sometimes.