A few days ago, I was going to dinner with my girlfriend. Close to her house, there is a 3-road intersection, that does not allow any turning while the light is red because right turns are not necessarily protected there. Turning right illegally at that intersection happens to be one of my girlfriend’s greatest pet peeves.
We were talking, and I wasn’t particularly paying attention to driving, so I came up to the red light, stopped, saw nothing was coming, and instinctively took my privilege of turning right on red. She (rather overly, if you ask me) emphatically told me that I wasn’t supposed to do that. How could I not have seen the sign? What if I got a ticket? What was I thinking? I sort of shrugged it off, and we parked at the restaurant which wasn’t too far away.
As we were walking in, she asked again what I would do if I got a ticket. Rather smugly, I said, oh, I’d just tell the judge that I had…” WHAM. Right about that time, my shoulder met with the corner of what I assume to be the electrical switch of the large, lighted sign for the restaurant. Much to my surprise (and chagrin) the encounter was less than amicable, and the resulting and sudden pain in my shoulder prompted me to flail my arms up defensively, tossing my phone in the process.
Nevermind that my phone flew directly in front of my girlfriend. She was too busy already doubled over laughing to try to save it from a death-drop to the concrete. Thanks.
Rubbing my shoulder and picking up my phone, “I’d tell him I had my mind on other things,” I finished, but at that point, I decided I should probably shut up, lest I run smack into the doors of the place. Besides, it’s too hard to talk when the both of you can’t stop laughing.
1. I’m not laughing at you.
2. Are you okay?
3. I lied about not laughing at you.
1. I am always laughing at you.
2. Especially now.
3. ?????
4. PROFIT!
Golfwidow: 1. Thanks! 2. Just fine, thanks. It was more surprising than it hurt. 3. At least your honest.
jake: 1. This I already knew. 2. Yeah, that was the point, genius. 3. 42. 4. More like prophet, since you’re always laughing, I assume you’re just precogging all my stupid actions.
At least you hit a sign while walking and not… uhm, let’s say… an elephant… while driving. Or another vehicle. Or a truckload of loosely restrained bowling balls.
Jace of Fuse!: But imagine the hilarity which would ensue if I did hit that truckload of loosely restrained bowling balls!
Haha! Oh, how I love a good “Pride goes before a fall!” story. Well done, good sir. :)
Rachelskirts: Oh, I try my hardest to please.
Thank you for being the first to comment on my blog! Normally I’d laught after hearing a story like that if I didn’t just run into the closed door of my microbiology class this morning, and no I wasn’t even holding onto the handle in a feeble effort to look like I was opening the door.
Sarah: Perhaps I’m just cruel, but I laughed a bit at the idea of your running into a door. I figure we’ve got to laugh, or we’d just be weeping all the time at all the stupid stuff we do day to day.