I'm a klutz
I walk into walls, trashcans, mail trucks, poles, etc. You name it, and I've probably crashed into it. When I was 6, I remember crashing my bicycle into a mail truck and sending a load of mail onto the floor. I got away in time though, so the mail man never figured out who knocked down all the mail. Two weeks ago, I fell into a trash can when trying to stop my massive nosebleed. Thank goodness that the custodian was doing his job and emptied the trash can before I fell in, or I could have gotten some leftover pizza in my hair. At the mall yesterday, I crashed into a shopping cart and almost fell into a baby stroller. Good thing the baby stroller was unoccupied, or the baby would have been smushed. :cry: Also, during my time at the mall, I crashed into a security guard, and he accidentally tripped over my shoe and fell over. I left the scene, so he wouldn't take me in for questioning :roll: . Does that count as a hit and run? So, I now conclude that I am cursed.This entry was posted on December 27, 2007 at 10:37 AM and is filed under Personal,.
By cole · on December 27, 2007
Cursed? nah, more like….. lack of coordination all around.
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HAHA
CLUTZ
HAHA
SO FUNNY
HAHA.
ha.
:)
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I bump into everything. And I drop everything too. It is a curse and I hate it. :[
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LMAO! That’s so funny about the security guard tripping over you! Not only are you uncoordinated, but you cause those around you to become uncoordinated also!
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Hahaha! But I bet you that people would love to be around you just for the hilarious-ness… if thats a word.
At least you can take it in stride eh?
I’ve done a couple of spastic things too, like walking into a parked car and knocking myself over haha. Oh, and I tripped on a spring roll. It was the biggest random thing ever. My friend was like… “I’ve seen people step in mud, people step in pee, people step in poo.. but I’ve NEVER seen someone step on a spring roll and trip”. Haha =P
Take care =)
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NO HAND EYE IS WHAT I THINK! :mrgreen:
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I think I must be a Klutz too then, because I carry around a packet of plasters in my bag every time I go out because I’m always injuring myself. For instance, yesterday I not only fell into a thorn bush (and got like thorn splinters or something which is painful, stuck in my hand and fingers) but I later fell down a VERY steep grass hill too. Ahh boo me!
My mother calls me “lollop” which is slang for like gallivanting aimlessly and I dunno really how to explain it. Hopefully you’ll already know what lolloping is =)
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I don’t mean to laugh but HAHAHA. Now that I have that out of my system, let me help you out of that trash can, eh?
I run into door knobs and the back of our couch quite often. I almost always have a bruise from walking into something.
I don’t consider myself cursed but my last name used to rhyme with it which made me “Nicole Curse” for a bit. Heh.
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