faulty cups

For the last several Sundays, as I've partaken of the sacrament, I've been slightly distracted by the difficulty of getting the water to my lips without serious mishap. One Sunday I couldn't get the cup out of the tray. The cup seemed to have disintigrated such that it was so flimsy it wouldn't hold its weight. Another Sunday I got it out of the tray, but a hole had developed near the bottom and a small stream of water sprayed out in an arc out of the cup, dousing my scriptures, hymn book, and skirt with water. A third Sunday the cup was filled so full that the movement of raising it to my lips caused it to drip down my shirt. As a result, I have been looking sufficiently incompetent for the last few weeks. I thought it was just me, but as I watched the bishop last Sunday struggle to catch falling water with his spare hand, I realized that it wasn't just me. It's all because of the cups.