I've always been a bit of an accident prone, ever since I was a child.
Here is an account of a conversation I had this evening with Christian.
I pick up my favourite mug from the sideboard in the lounge room and take it through to the kitchen. On the way there the mug mysteriously gets broken.
Christian : What the fuck?
Me : Bugger, I broke my favourite mug! How did that happen???
Christian : Uh duh! You just walked into the wall! Like you always do!
Me : I don't walk into walls! The gap is there, I see it and then all of a sudden I'm walking into the wall...
Christian : Do you need a race?
Me : *blank look*
Christian : *making closing in gestures* You know, a cattle race, so you get herded through the doorway so you avoid things like, you know, walls.
Me : *tries to come up with a snappy retort and fails* Shut up, that's why!
Walls - 40659, Nettie - 0
RIP Mug
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3 comments:
Obviously, what you need is a house without walls.
Or padded walls, anyhow. ;-)
You and I are so very alike...
;-)
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