When Lunch Trays Attack

I've come to the conclusion that I'm a very expressive person.

I talk with not only my words, but with my hands as well.

I talk with my hands, A LOT.

Today at lunch, I was having this weird conversation with Leah (As per usual) when my lunch tray attacked me.

I had slammed my hands down on the lunch table and therefore forced my lunch tray to come flying at me.

Luckily, there was no food on the tray, so my clothing was spared.

Unluckily, however, I kind of freaked out and yelled to Leah in a joking manner:

"GET IT OFF! AHHH! GET IT OFF!"

I've come to another conclusion:

I'm a drama queen.

Oh well, it makes life fun.