Yay. Lab day. (Translation: blowing-stuff-up-day) In our chem. class something always explodes on Lab days. It’s like a law. Mrs. D partnered me with you-know-who because, quote, she won’t feel awkward because she already knows you, unquote. Yeah, whatever.
So we started the experiment, me basically explaining everything we were doing because Cynthia was totally lost, when we finished early and, well, started goofing off.
Her: I wonder if it would fizzle more if we added more of the white stuff.
Me: Yes. It would explode.
She just looked at me with an evil smile. Her: How big?
I returned the smile. Me: Pretty big.
We put the glass into the sink on the counter, poured in all the remaining ‘white stuff’ as she called it, and ducked.
BOOM
the liquid shot straight out of the neck of the glass and hit the ceiling before landing back down in the sink, on the counter, and unfortunately, on us.