Did I ever tell you about the time I fell in the hole?
Today I have nothing interesting to say, so instead I shall regale you with stories from my embarrassing past.
I was in high-school in Durban. It had been raining hard all day. Construction men had been digging up pipes or something. Anyway, there was a huge hole in the pavement outside the school gates. During the day it had filled up with rainwater.
At the end of the day, everyone was streaming out of the gates to go home. My friend, who I shall call Moonoomie, and I, were looking for her mom's car. As we walked we saw a girl fall into the hole. Everybody cracked up at the sight of the poor girl. For some reason I found it hysterically funny, so funny that long after everyone else had stopped laughing and moved on, I was still hosing myself. I mean, it was a huge hole, how could she miss it? Hahaha.
Eventually I recovered and we spotted Moonoomie's mom, who to help us avoid the rain, had parked right outside the school. Right in front of the aforementioned hole in fact.
Now, I saw that we would have to walk past the hole, I mentally prepared myself for walking past the hole and NOT FALLING IN, I focussed and everything.
Why is it that when you are focussing so hard on not doing something that your brain seems to blow a fuse and the next thing you know your legs are literally jumping towards the hole and diving in? Can anyone answer me this?
So yes, I fell in the hole. As I walked past it I somehow slipped. OR my legs jumped, beyond my control. That is my story and I am sticking to it. Talk about karma biting you in the bum. I who laughed hardest ended up in the hole too. Harsh.
Once I had been fished out, and had faced the mass hysteria of all around me, I was bundled, dripping, into the car. Moonoomie and her mom wet themselves the whole way home. I, who was already as wet as I could be, did not.