Thundered

Ramblings of a Teenage Boy.

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.
Posted in Personal, on December 27, 2007 at 10:37 AM
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