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Uno_up wrote:i gotta tell y'all a story about falling down today, even though it wasn't on ice. i hate making my own threads.
i was in 7-11 today, in a bit of a hurry because it was raining and my dog was tied up out front. i gathered a few items, among them sour cream, and 16 oz. bottle (plastic) of Coke, and a bag of cookies. as i approached the counter to pay my foot slipped, shooting forward on a wet floor spot. i immediately lost control... of about 6 items. the coke fell perfectly onto the top of my other foot which was whipping forward to counteract the other one. i punted the coke 15 feet off the glass window where it careened to the ground and exploded. the sour cream had flown straight ahead and splatted and split on the counter. i then saw both of my feet with the ceiling as a backdrop, landing back first on the sealed bag of cookies which popped with the sound and force of a firecracker. the jamaican girl behind the counter had dove for cover. she quickly came around the counter and asked "Are joo okay??" i was unable to respond because every breath of wind had been knocked out of me. to make matters worse, my zipper was open wide enough to divulge my grooming tendencies. she was wide-eyed and squealed "Dat was juzz een-cray-dee-bol! how do joo manage to get troo a day witout keeling jorself??" i paid and left, feeling my work there was done.
Uno_up wrote:i gotta tell y'all a story about falling down today, even though it wasn't on ice. i hate making my own threads.
i was in 7-11 today, in a bit of a hurry because it was raining and my dog was tied up out front. i gathered a few items, among them sour cream, and 16 oz. bottle (plastic) of Coke, and a bag of cookies. as i approached the counter to pay my foot slipped, shooting forward on a wet floor spot. i immediately lost control... of about 6 items. the coke fell perfectly onto the top of my other foot which was whipping forward to counteract the other one. i punted the coke 15 feet off the glass window where it careened to the ground and exploded. the sour cream had flown straight ahead and splatted and split on the counter. i then saw both of my feet with the ceiling as a backdrop, landing back first on the sealed bag of cookies which popped with the sound and force of a firecracker. the jamaican girl behind the counter had dove for cover. she quickly came around the counter and asked "Are joo okay??" i was unable to respond because every breath of wind had been knocked out of me. to make matters worse, my zipper was open wide enough to divulge my grooming tendencies. she was wide-eyed and squealed "Dat was juzz een-cray-dee-bol! how do joo manage to get troo a day witout keeling jorself??" i paid and left, feeling my work there was done.
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