Monday Sidetrack: 2

If it had fallen upward down and landed wrong-side right, I would have eaten the biscuit and saved the astronaut from a horrible fight.

Instead, the biscuit disintegrated into a million pieces neither downward up nor right-side wrong and I didn't eat it or save the astronaut from the strong.

On the news the next day and that evening and their twins the following eleven calendar squares, I was featured as a squid-laced traitor and publicly vilified for being a shoe-string "waiter."