Life in the fast lane

So I’m working at my desk, sipping on what is euphemistically called a “meal replacement shake” (although let’s be honest, it’s nothing like a meal and the reason I’m using a straw is so I can’t actually taste it) and I realize I forgot to shake the bottle. For some reason, the idea of blowing bubbles in the bottom to mix it up makes sense to me — but it’s a full bottle.

For the rest of the story, use your imagination!