My dad always says that "the only thing dumber than doing something stupid, is telling others about it". Well, in that regard...I'm pretty dumb. After I do something silly (and quickly look around to see if anyone saw me), I think"oh...this is going to be a FUNNY story. I can't wait to tell _______."
With that being said, I'm going to spend the rest of this week sharing some of the most ridiculous things that I've done or said, or still do....please feel free to laugh at my expense. Or, if you've known me for awhile, feel free to remind me of stupid things I've done, and I'll put it in here!
In my previous life in Higher Ed, it was typical to share embarrassing moments. Here is my old stand-by:
While in high school, I attempted to ski for the first time. I ended up going down a hill that was too advanced for me (considering, I didn't know how to go slow, or how to stop). Needless to say, when I got about 3/4 down the hill, I realized that there was no where for me to "glide to a stop". If I looked to the left, there was a line of people. To the right....the woods. I had no choice, so I ended up going full speed into a bright orange snow fence.
I hit the fence, and was thrown back while getting my feet tangled into the fence. The fence dragged me down, through the snow, by my feet, all the while dragging my coat, shirt, and bra up past my chest...pinning my arms above my head. So, I was stuck...naked from the waist up, and I couldn't do a thing about it. My feet were stuck in the fence, and my arms were pinned in my clothes. I was laying there in the cold snow...exposing myself to the entire line of people waiting for the ski lift. My friend ran to help me...and started at my FEET...um...no thanks, how about covering my boobs first! When he finally peeled my coat down a little, everyone was looking at me...and one guy had the guts to say "dude...awesome wipe-out".
and..that's the first and last time I ever skied.
2 years ago
1 comment:
If it makes you feel better, I have a wipe-out story too. In a nutshell, while at GVSU I was walking to class through a standard Michigan blizzard and decided to cut through the food court so I could get out of the snow for a minute. As I was approaching the door, a hot guy stopped and held the door for me. As I started to say thank you, my feet slipped out from under me and I literally landed flat on my back - at his feet. I scrambled up and ran away as fast as I could without falling again...
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