Dude.
I often say that I am the friend people love to have because things always things always happen to me that you can laugh at...but you wouldn't want them to happen to you.
Here is another example of that.
Starbucks. 1:00pm. Friday.
Enters: A happy energetic Jessica, ready for an afternoon green tea. She waltz's right in smiling at all the folks enjoying their afternoon teas and coffee goods.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees something large and round and she must turn her head to look. Its a gigantic blown up animal of some sort. Some sort of radio station must be promoting something. Why else would there be a huge blow up Cat right outsi.....Whap!
Jessica walked right into another human being. This innocent bi standard who probably saw me coming, yet didn't give me the "excuse me!" that most other people would, had they noticed me waltzing full speed ahead. I cause this poor older women to spill her HOT latte all over the floor....I am not finished yet.
So , I said she spilled her hot Latte all over the floor. Much to my surprise she didn't spill a drop on her blouse, this I noticed from my position on the floor... where I slipped in her Latte and fell right on my tail bone. Lovely.
Still not done.
Right as I fall to the floor in the Latte a man turns and trips right over me. Now lucky for hi he did not meet the same fate as I. You see, I was there to hold him up, my face was there to hold him up...my right cheek bone was there to hold him up. His knee plowed right into my cheek. He didn't fall though, lucky guy.
So there I am in all my splendor, starring at the now stupid blow up cat outside the window. Yep I know now that it is for sure a blow up cat. I had a clear view, straight shot from the floor.
All the folks at the Starbucks know me so they made the latte lady another drink and didn't charge me for it, they even gave me a free piece of chocolate to make me feel less embarrassed. It helped a little. Until I wrote this and realized WHAT A MORON I REALLY AM!
So there you have it. In the history books folks.
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2 comments:
Wow, now that's a way to go into your weekend if I've ever heard ... Oh to be a fly on that wall
Wow that is the funniest story I've ever heard, I've discovered recently (for some strange reason since I've moved to Stockton) that I spill things often but now I'm happy that I don't then fall in what I've spilled or do it too much in public. Sorry to laugh at your pain however it is hilarious!
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