I walked into a stop sign and fell backwards.
@PenguinWhack271828e said in #11:
> I walked into a stop sign and fell backwards.
Hey, at least I'm not the only one walking into things!
Last year, I played with an orchestra in a Protestant church. Since there was only one piece with piano where we took turns, and since the second pianist stayed to help the choir for the second part of the concert, I was all alone waiting backstage, in what must have been the sacristy.
Except that I couldn't see anything of the concert and I decided to look for an entrance to go to the audience. There was no way I was going outside since it was cold, I had sweated and, on top of that, there was a weird guy hanging around nearby with his dogs outside (Welcome to Paris !). So I was looking for an entrance to the hall from the inside. except that in an 18th century building where all the corridors look the same and with my sense of direction, it was going to be a long journey... as I was afraid that there were other entrances open to the outside and I didn't know which people I would meet in the corridor, I decided to equip myself : I saw that there was a sort of fabric net in dark velvet or something like that on a long stick which was to my right, I told myself that in case I met an individual wanting to dispossess me of the contents of my bag, that I could wave the fabric of the net to make him sneeze. So, I took my bag and what I believed to be a replica of the holy lance (which was about two meters long) and I ventured down the corridor... only to realize I only had about ten meters to go before reaching the door that led to the audience side. So, you can imagine, I hurried to get rid of the holy lance by putting it back in its place.
I learned at the end of the concert that it was the fabric basket used to collect money in the church.
One time, a long time ago, I was in bed with my lady friend, who was quite a bit older than me. In passionate embrace, no doubt. I asked her "Are you wearing socks to bed?" She replied "No, I just got sick and tired of always shaving my legs". After that was dead silence. Probably the action stopped cold. That's not something you can apologize for. The cat's out of the bag.
@rjones2025 said in #14:
> One time, a long time ago, I was in bed with my lady friend, who was quite a bit older than me. In passionate embrace, no doubt. I asked her "Are you wearing socks to bed?" She replied "No, I just got sick and tired of always shaving my legs". After that was dead silence. Probably the action stopped cold. That's not something you can apologize for. The cat's out of the bag.
wait, you didn't even ask what material the socks were made of ? That's Socking !
when i was cycling and overtaking, suddenly i got cuted, i braked, and then suddenly another bike behind me, crashed into me, i fell and i called my dad and said that i broke my knee, i showed him which one, but i actually broke the different one
On my first application:
Have you ever been convicted of a felony?
Counting the future? no
Tripping over a sack of Potatoes that I insisted were left in the hallway. :).
I was working late once when I got locked inside a room that had no lock. I kept pulling on the door and it wouldn't open--so finally I had to call up the manager at her home number. Which was when I found out the truth: the door opened outward (not inward).
I lost to an 800 OTB.
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