Coffee Crotch

This morning I had to go up to the hospital and bring Glen something so I stopped at ABP (that's Au Bon Pain, but Glen and I can't pronounce it even though he took like 4 years of French so use the abbreviation - thanks Mindy!) and got some coffee.  Back at my desk, I go to take my first sip and all of a sudden it's all over my pants.  So I figured a little must have spilt (I think that's a word) on the lid so I wipe it all off and try again.  AGAIN before the cup reaches my lips, I have coffee on my lap.  So I went to the sink and tried pouring some and low and behold, before it reaches the little sippy hole, it pours out from between the lid and the cup!  Even though it's tightly secured!  So I gave up on the lid and it's all good.
Then twenty minutes later my coworker comes back into our cubicle area and complains that she spilled coffee all over her pants this morning, there was something wrong with the cup.  I say Me too! and then all of a sudden she points over at my desk and says That same cup!  She had also gotten a large coffee from ABP this morning in the same Christmas themed cup.

So, beware of the large Christmas cups at ABP!  They will give you Coffee Crotch.  Or I guess Coffee Feet if you are standing.  The end.