After years of silent brooding anger at man's ability to defy gravity, the force that keeps us all down has begun getting revenge. Today it singled me out for abuse.
We were leaving Lucille's after a quite tasty lunch. I was climbing into the back seat of a coworker's Expedition when I simply fell out. Just fell. Out.
On the way down I shouted "oh fuck!" and grabbed the front seatbelt. Ended up on the pavement, holding onto the seatbelt and wondering what the heck just happened.
The driver looked down at me and asked if I needed help. "No, nothin' wounded but my pride." The guy getting into the passenger seat looked over and said "damn, I missed it." "Um, yeah, no instant replay on this, dude."
This is just one of those weird things. You're going about your life, just chillin', and suddenly BLAM something just goes nuts. Next thing you know you're on your ass in a parking lot, hanging onto a seatbelt, and trying to figure out what just happened.
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